Defrim Namani
February 8, 2017 English 100 Professor Sabatino The Day That Changed My Future The sun was shining on my back as I stood on the full green soccer pitch, I am at the most amazing place: The Proving Grounds. As I look around I see all the fans ready to watch a beautiful game. My heart was racing! Excitement continued to fill the air I was ready to play. My teammates were bright and full of passion; I could feel that today was different. Walking onto the field I held my head high, thinking to myself “this is my field, my team, my win” The first goal was scored 1-0 we were down. The second goal was scored. 2-0 I wasn’t ready to give up. I glanced at my teammates and saw emotions of defeat. It was the 45th minute of the game and the score was 4-0. As I took a seat on the bench everything felt so cold, and I did not want to be there. I looked at my coaches and saw the emotions of disappointment and anger. They were pacing back and forth every step of theirs was so powerful and it hit the ground with such determination and anger. I felt as if I was the only one on the field ready to win. During the 15 minutes that I had to bring my teammates back into this game the only advice I could think of was that we have come this far we can not give up now, especially not to our rivals, this is much more than a game to us. My coaches walked up to me and my brother as we sat on the bench. It was so quiet you could hear the net of the soccer field swivel back and forth. Their faces were so down and with such worry. They came up to me and my brother and said, “The Saint Joeseph’s soccer coaches are here to evaluate you and Donny.You guys need to go out there and do something special because this is your opportunity”. These words got me hyped up. I brought the team in for huddle and said, “go out there and work your ass off for one another because if you have my back I will always have yours”. I could feel the intensity and drive that my team always has start to come back. Once again we were ready to win. We stepped back out onto the field with fire under us determined to turn this game around. Beads of sweat ran down my face as I sprinted to towards the ball that was running away from me. I crossed it into the box and hit the ground, but never lost eye contact with the ball. As I watched the ball go in the box I saw a player get up and head it. It was my brother. The ball was in the back of the net. The score was 4-1. I was full of determination, we were going to win! I ran picked up the ball from the back of the net and carried to the half. There was no time to be wasted. Every second mattered. As we kicked off the second half down 4-1 the ball came to me. I picked my head up with all the energy I had left I saw my brother making a run past the defense. I split the defender and left back with a fast through ball to my brother. As I watched him take the ball down against the goalie and shoot past him. The score became 4-2. We were determined to come back and not give up. The game went on until the 75th minute where my striker Leon scored a volley from outside the box to make it 4-3. We knew we had them defeated. All the confidence was on our side and they had nothing left in them.The game went on and it was the 85th minute. I was standing outside the box my legs felt as if they weighed 200 pounds. I did not have much left in me. The ball was crossed into the box, and cleared by a header from the other team only to land and fall in front of me. I took a touch and I looked up I had two defenders coming at me. I used my speed and agility to kick the ball past both and get beyond them. I was 24 meters away from the goal. I saw an opening to shoot and i decided to take it. I kicked it with everything I had left in me. I watched the ball go with sweat inside my eyes and pain all over my body. The ball hit the top corner as the goalie stood in one place without movement. We had come all the way back and tied the score 4-4. I ran towards the flag and fell to the ground. My team followed me and jumped on top of me with such joy and excitement. We had done the impossible. The whistle blew and the game was over. I went to take a seat on the bench because I could not feel my legs anymore. Next to me was my brother. The Saint Joseph’s coaches said they really liked what they saw and we gave a hell of a show. They looked at us and asked, “Do you think we can come over your house and talk about what we have to offer?”. Without hesitation me and my brother said, “YES”. As they entered my house my mom quickly rushed over, and told me to translate and ask them if they want anything to drink. As I did, my mom rushed over to the kitchen and made 2 cups of coffee. As they started to drink their coffee we got to know ech other more and more. I translated every time my parents had to say anything to them, and if they had anything to say to my parents. We sat in the living room where there are three couches and a big painting hangs up from the couch right in front of the TV. They were sitting on the one by the window. The sun shined behind them and it seemed to get brighter every time they had something to say. My parents always reacted late to their jokes because I had to translate after they said anything. They enjoyed the coffee my mom made a lot. Then they said, "Let's get down to business, and talk about what we really came here for." I felt as if the room was shrinking. "We really liked what we saw, and we would like to offer you and Donny full rides to play for us." When the words full ride were said it was as if there was an echo in the room because that’s all I heard for a straight 5 minutes. My parents did not react at all because I hadnt had the chance to translate what my coaches said. I was still taking in the full ride sound. The coaches were very confused at why my parents were not reacting. I translated what they had said to my parents, and both of my parents started crying. They know how hard I have been working for moments like this. I gave my mom and dad the biggest hug, and the coaches left. We had finally made it.
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