There were only about five minutes left in the game
on the Philadelphia fields. The score was tied. Zero goals for
Buckingham United, and zero goals for Penn Academy. My teammates were
afraid to lose, but we all knew that if we scored one goal we would win.
After trial and error, copious times, there is a breakaway. Michael, my
teammate, takes the ball down the center of the field with opponents
dashing after him. He gets closer to the goal. Everyone is watching,
wondering, “Will he score?” People are cheering him on, waiting,
watching, anxious to find out if this is the moment. The moment that
changes everything. The moment of victory. He’s even closer now, the
goalkeeper approaching him and getting ready. The shot is imminent.
Everyone knows this is it, the big moment of truth. Michael shoots the
ball and falls to the ground with a slide. The ball hits the keeper. I
thought he would miss, everyone had some doubt. But that’s when the
amazing happens. Fabian, another one of my teammates, comes running up
and slides. He hits the ball and it goes into the net.
Faces full of pride, Fabian and Michael get up off the ground and run.
They run to their teammates. My teammates and I run to Fabian and
Michael and celebrate. My coach even runs out on the field! We are all
happy and filled with joy at our last minute goal. There are cheers
everywhere. Except from the other team, Penn Academy. They are angry. As
angry as a fox who lost its dinner. They know that if they do not score
they will lose. Our celebration ends at the whistle of the referee
signalling the kick-off. And I have hopes we could win.
After a tough time of defending our goal and staying ahead, and what
feels like an eternity, the game ends. We have won. The moments of
anxiety and fear are over. We know. The parents know. Everyone knows
that we have won the division. We celebrate again, but, of course, not
Penn Academy. They are angry, crying even! But especially the parents
and coach. They are shouting words of anger and surrounding the referee.
They thought we paid him off! It is pandemonium! Luckily, the problem is
solved as the Penn Academy coach yells at the ref. Angry and
pessimistic, the group breaks up. My team and I line up and high five
the morose team.
I couldn’t believe we won! We beat Penn Academy. We only lost one game
this season. It is impossible to explain the happiness in the air. My
teammates and I walk over to the soccer nets on the field. As we line
up, the happy parents take pictures to remember this amazing victory as
the sun shines down on us like a spotlight in a play.
With a smile across our faces stretching a mile long, we leave the
field, knowing one thing. We are champions. And champions get trophies.
We are all anxious to get our trophies of victory over our division. I
am so excited to get such a meaningful trophy. In those last five
minutes, the game didn’t end as a tie, but a win for my team. This
moment goes to show that even in tough times, the light will always