World Cup Final - Personal Narrative

World Cup Final - Personal Narrative

Just as I scored a resplendent overhead kick in the rapidly decreasing

extra time in the World Cup Final at Wembley the referee's shrill

whistle announced the end of the match. England had won the World

Cup!! The end of the match celebrations were beginning the crowd were

on their feet singing in a joyous tone, the Germans were already out

of the ground and on their way to the airport and all across England

people were screaming YES! At their television sets. Suddenly the

entire crowd became quiescent and many were looking at the referee who

was now purple in the face as he had been incessantly blowing on his

whistle. I looked at the crowd who rapidly vanished and became a blue

wall I looked down at my England kit as it suddenly became a blue

duvet then with everything disappearing around me I looked up just to

see the Twin Towers become a pair of canary yellow curtains. As I

wondered where I was I realised that the referee's whistle was still

going as I looked towards where the sound was coming from I saw my

alarm clock ringing nineteen to the dozen. I lay in my bed for five

minutes trying to recollect my wonderful dream but the ever persistent

alarm clock won and I was forced to rise from my warm bed I slammed my

hand down on my alarm clock in an attempt to break it and crept back

into my bed.

About ten minutes had passed when my mother swept into the room

fussing as usual about school and trains. She pulled me out of bed and

said something else reluctantly I staggered to the bathroom like a

drunk after a long nights partying who doesn't know his way back home.

I had a cold wash to keep myself awake. I slowly walked back to my

room and resisting the urge to crawl back into my warm bed, I put on

my drab school uniform. I clambered down the stairs almost tripping on