I was never the sporty kind. I did play here and there, but never liked being it teams. It was mostly because my cousins played all the sports and because they were the best.
The ONLY soccer game I ever attended was the worst game ever! I liked watching, but when my cousins would get mad, I would turn and walk away.
They were not doing so well as a team. They were down by a couple of points, but it was almost the end of the game. I thought they would lose, but they did not.
Thank god they did not lose, because if they had they would have killed me!
I did not mean to hit anybody with my shoe, but it happened. Luckily it was someone from the other team, which caused their team to win. Thank god is all I can say!
Everyone new I did not know how to kick a ball, did not know how to play soccer, or anything besides basketball at that point, but they still managed to kick the ball towards me!
Are you kidding me?! That was all I could think of! I am not even in the team uniform!
"Pass the ball back!" the kids yelled.
"No. It is fine," said the referee, " we have another one!"
And he threw a new ball onto the grass. They started playing again, but I really wanted to kick the ball back into the game.
Silly me! I shouldn't have.
I stood in front of the ball and kicked it with everything thing I had inside. Wish I hadn't! The ball flew in the air, and sadly my shoe along with it.
"Ouch!" yelled a kid and fell to the ground.
Oh no! I had hit a kid with my shoe. What wasI to do! The kid got back up and kept playing the game, but it was a little too late to get his head in the game. The game was over and my cousin had hit the final goal.
I did not get killed by my cousin, but she did had me my shoe back and said,
"Next time, hit the goalie. He needs a good bang on the head."
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