Saturday the 5th of April was to be the first soccer game of the season. I hadn't played soccer in such a long time and was worried that I had forgotten how to kick the ball. To add onto that fear this year we were being put up into 17th grade. We were going to get thrashed. These thoughts hovered my mind for days, and when the day came I was so nervous.
The team met at the Plant Barn in Silverdale, which is what we would do last year, and find the feilds together so if one of us got lost so did everyone else. There I got given my soccer strip. Which is not even a top, its more like a dress, a giant ugly dress. How would I ever play in this? We made our way down to Western Springs in a chain, which broke off many times, being seperated by other cars. When we got down to the feilds I was practically peeing my pants. The team we were up against was already down there and practising and they looked big and they looked scary. I had the horrible feeling in my gut that I always do before games. The feeling would come and go as i worked myself up and calmed myself down when we warmed up.
The first thirty seconds after kick off was nerve racking but after that it felt like I hadn't left the feild at all. Our team was playing really well and taking main possesion of the ball. We scored two goals and our confidence was up. Then they scored a fluke and we scored another goal. When they came back on after half time we had lost some of our spark and they had the drive of wanting to win. The last fifteen minutes I was completely dead, the girl I was marking was as well, we were talking the whole time and couldn't wait till the game was finished (even though she was loosing!) They scored another goal and started going hard for at least a tie but as the whistle finally blowed the game was over! We had won!
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