Personal Narrative-My First Soccer Player

“Sonia, do you think you’re good to play this game?” asks Coach Cebula, or “Bula” as the girls on the soccer team call him, at the end of the JV game we had just won.
“Yeah,” I said wheezing and gasping for air.
The day was humid, hot, the type of day in which you break a sweat just by standing in one spot. Our team was accustomed to playing in the cold weather that playing on this day felt as if we were playing in an inferno.
The soccer game was against Stillman Valley. Some of us players on the varsity team knew how skilled the players on Stillman Valley’s varsity team were because of our previous games against them in indoor soccer.
After half time we were tied; one to one. Despite the heat we had played our best. At the beginning of

I had to prove to Bula that I deserved this spot. Stillman’s right mid-fielder had the speed and foot work that any soccer player could ask for. In a blink of an eye she passed our left mid-fielder and our left wing defender, heading towards my area to defend next. Shuffling with my knees bent I approached waiting for the right moment to attack. I took a step too soon and before I knew it got past me with a one touch to the right , and one touch forward. I knew I was fast enough and l catch up to her if I gave it my all in a sprint. In an instant I saw her taking the step, the step right before kicking the ball with great power, at the best angle, on the right top corner of the eighteen where the possibility to hold onto the ball ended for a goalie, the angle anyone could make a goal from if they had a great shooting leg. I was not about to be the reason why our team was down by three points. So I did it. I slide tackled her. Knowing the pain of the grass burn I would receive and the high risk of getting a red card if I hit the player before the ball. I knew I could hurt her if I slid too soon. I had done it before and taken three players out but had nothing called on me because when I slide I hit the ball first, before the players. In an instant I slid and felt my cleat hit the ball, what a relief that was! I got the ball away from the player,