“You can shoot when I blow my whistle.” Said the referee as I set the soccer ball on the dot. I could see that my teammates wanted me to score. This was for all the marbles, if I make it we won the nationals and get 1st place. As he blows the whistle I started to approach the ball. My heart was racing, and I feel people staring at me. Finally I was starting to get to the ball and I kicked as hard as I could. Next thing I knew the goalie dived to the right, even though I shot the ball on the left. It hit the back of the net and I turned around at started to run back words to my teammates. They all started to jump up in the air because they were so excited. That was probably the best time in my life.
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