RAFT

Sweat trickling down my face. The sound of the fans going crazy pumping our adrenaline up. This has been the closest soccer match I have ever been in. Since the second half its been really hard to keep my eyes open. It didn't help that I had  five beers before this match. It seems like this has been happening often.  I have had so much stress lately from scouts that I usually end up grabbing the beer bottle to drown it out. Someone slams into me I don't remember ever seeing him. The referee calls it saying he fouled me on purpose. Yes! I actually  have a chance to win this match for my team. my coached waves his arm crazy asking for a time out to be called. The referee calls a time out. I remember trudging to the side lines thinking I'm going to win this game, but when I look up at my coach face I know he is going to ask me to do something i don't want to do. He puts his huge hand on my shoulder, I know what he is going to say. He wants me to over hit the ball so it doesn't  go into the net. I dont want to though, but I know I have too. He knows what he is doing. The whistle blows and the match starts again. The referee drops the ball in front of me, but I'm having a lot of trouble seeing the net in one place. It looks like there is two nets, but i know there isnt. I bring my leg back about to kick the soccer ball. It smacks it way left, the ball nailed one of the parents in the stands. I actually felt bad for that person. The buzzer goes off telling all of us that the match is over. We didnt make it all the way to the finals. We ended up dead last, but when I look up and see my team screaming their heads off. Maybe we did  actually achieve something, even if we lost. something much better. We achieved friendship, We are a family no matter what happens,even when we just lost the most important match of all time. Maybe my coach knew this. Even if we didnt know but our coach in a way brought us closer than ever and that in a way made us a greater team.