It was a chilly, but still very sunny day in mid September. The birds chirped and the sun shined. All was good. That weekend my travel soccer team and I went to a New England Revolution game. We all went to Hannaford to meet up together. Once we were all accounted for our head coach began to list off what van people were traveling in. Multiple shrieks erupted out of the girls as they were being separated from their best friends. Our coach thought it would be good for us to mingle with the other teammates that we usually don't talk to. As we all hopped in our vans and said our goodbyes to our best friends from then on our journey had just begun.
From Hannaford we began to drive to Wild Oats to pick up some dinner for later on in the trip. We all raced into the store bursting the door open. I was saddened once I saw that there was no soups left. I walked with a few teammates over to the sandwich
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area to see if there was anything good. After minutes of blankly staring at the menu I finally decided on the perfect wrap. After I was handed my sandwich I went on to go pick out my favorite drink and chips. Once we all payed we began our journey once more. We all hopped into our vans and piled all the food in the back. Five minutes passed and finally someone connected their phone to the aux cord. My friend Anna and I thought that we might as well make this trip more fun so we started to dance and lipsyc. After about 15 minutes of endless dancing, lipsyncing, and laughing we were very winded. I could feel my core muscles bursting out of my stomach from all of laughing. Anna and I eventually started laugh crying because everyone else in the van was just giving us weird looks, but we didn't care. We started to open our bags of chips which probably at the time was not the best idea since we were laughing so hard. The girl with the aux cord was playing music from her phone, but when a certain song started to play with one too many swears she frantically reached for her phone only to knock it down between her seat. Her face got bright red with embarrassment as the explicit lyrics played throughout the car, but this only made Anna and I laugh even harder. After a few hours of driving we took a pit stop at a local CVS. I got some more snacks to hold us over and used the bathroom. Some the girls were hoping to change vans, but we just stuck with the same ones. We went on with our trip and suddenly Anna began to screech. She pointed out the window in awe. There was a couple of boys our around our age driving and she began to smile and wave. Surprisingly, the boys waved back. As the boys drove away in the opposite direction Anna’s facial expression changed with sadness because she didn’t know who they were. After a few more hours on the road to Gillette Stadium we finally arrived.
As our coaches parked the van we saw many tailgaters as well as people playing soccer. The team and I went through the long process of getting into the game and we took a few photos before we took our seats. The game finally began the moment we have all been awaiting. It was a very intense game to watch. It was colder than we all expected it to be since the stadium doesn't have a roof. After many great plays it was the last few minutes of the game and it was tied. The Revs were trying endlessly to score, but the Philly goalie just wasn't giving up. Me being a goalie I was so amazed at the skills these guys had. My teammates kept turning to me and saying, “Your gonna do that someday.” We started to jump up and down as the clock was ticking down towards the end of the game. Every shot that was taken the fans roared, but sadly none of the shots were let in. The final whistle blew and the game was over. The Revs did not come out with a victorious win sadly. It was one of the best games I’ve
seen. Once the game was over we all piled back into the vans and started our journey home. We switched up the van a little this time. Mackenzie and Portia joined in my van as well as a few other girls. On the trip back one of our coaches what very indecisive with what temperature he wanted the van to be. As we were driving sometimes it would either be really cold in the van or really hot. My coach claims that his feet would either be really cold or really hot. During the nap that some of the girls were taking Anna and I woke up at the same time. We woke because it was becoming difficult to breath. It was so dry along with being very hot that everyone was breathing so heavily. I turned my head to the left to look outside, but the windows were so foggy I couldn’t see a thing. Mixed with the heat one of my teammate decided to take her shoes off along the drive. That was not a good idea. The smell of stinky feet filled every crevice of the van. I prayed for us to be home because the stench became unbearable, but none of the girls dared to tell her to her shoes back on. When we finally reached the Hannaford parking lot all the girls scrambled to get out of the car. By the time we reached Brunswick it was 11 o’clock and we had a 9 o’clock game the next day. My team and i looked like zombies walking to our parents. I took a nap on the way home. That was the time I went to a Revs game with my travel soccer team.
The game was one sided with us scoring early on then again in the second half. The final score was 2-0. I was ecstatic, I couldn’t believe that we had won the tournament. At the presentation of the trophy, all I could hear was the parents shouting and screaming, I was so proud to be part of the team.
I woke up and got dressed for the game, I put on my shorts, gathered all my equipment, and made a game plan for the big game. I thought to myself, “I need to play the best game of my life and never quit.” I went downstairs and heard a car honking outside. I went to the door, put on my cleats, and went outside. My friend George and I got out of the car and put on our equipment, and went to start practicing. I was the goalie so of course I have the biggest responsibility on the field. I knew I had to step up and make a lot of saves.
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I enjoyed the praise and cheers from my teammates that are like my brothers. They all contributed to my success and lifted my high as they knew that this moment I would never forget for the rest of my life. I honestly did not want to leave the field that night so I meandered and fooled around with everyone for the longest time after the game. After the game I met up with my mother and father as they seemed to look more proud than I was at the time. They talked to me and told me how great I have become over the years of hard work and dedication.
While I was in high school, I joined the soccer team. There were 15 girls in a team. There were three girls, whose last name was Lepcha. Who think that they play better soccer then everybody in a team and they do play well but not good as they thought they were. They had started playing soccer for one or two years ago. There were two other girls, whose name was Sabina and Dilu. They were my best friends. My one friend Sabina had played soccer for quite long and she played well but she did not have an attitude as Lepcha did. My second friend was Dilu; she was not that good at soccer. It was her first time playing soccer just like me. I do not know other people who were on a soccer team but the one thing I know about them was that it was their
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It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
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