The
Last Minute Shot
By: Abraham
Solis
February
8th 2008
Have you ever been fouled inside the penalty box? Well I was,
and trust me it wasn’t fun. It was playoffs and this penalty
kick decided whether my team went to the finals to face off the
previous year’s winners. Everyone was watching, just looking
at me, waiting for me to score the winning goal.
I went up right after number three fouled me. I was full of
dirt and my hair had grass in it. I wiped it off and my
coach told me to kick the penalty shot,
so I got the ball and place it at the marker. In my mind I’m thinking shoot
to the left but my teammates tell me to shoot to the right. I don’t know
what to do, so I panic. I tell the referee to hold on, and then I told my friend
and teammate, “You do it, I can’t” and my friend said, “Abraham,
I know you can, take a shot at it, come on let’s do it.” His words
of hope and confidence helped and inspired me.
The referee whistled for me to get in position and get ready for the penalty
kick. The referee told me, “Last minute, Son. Let’s get this over
with.” Nervously, I took the ball and gave it a good luck kiss. I place
the ball back in its place carefully. I then took a few steps back and started
praying. I could hear the coach and the crowd yelling, “COME ON, ABRAHAM.
YOU CAN DO IT. TAKE IT ALL THE WAY HOME.” I blanked everyone out and prayed
for God to help me with this shot. I was almost done when the referee yelled
at me, “We don’t have all day!”
I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was the goalie. The goalie was jumping
side to side, moving his arms around starring deep at the ball and me. I could
sense his determination to stop my shot. The goalie suddenly stopped with his
arms down and then raised his left hand telling me to shoot to the right. I
ignored his signal, and ran towards the ball. I faked like kicking right, but
I kick
it left. I watch the goalie launch his body towards the ball. The goalie stretched
his arms and spanked the ball. He had stopped the ball from going in.
I drop down to my knees and tears ran down my dirty cheeks, cleaning them from
the mud. My teammates and my coach came up to me and told me, “It’s
okay. We’ll get them next year.”
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