Why I Play Soccer; by Peter

Ha Ha!” Get away from me Victoria!”

I uncrumpled the piece of paper that she had teasingly thrown at me. I examined it to see if there were any silly things on it. I turn the wrinkled piece of paper on the other side and I saw a picture. It looked like a man in a red and white stripped uniform with long socks kicking a very dirty ball with a cool design on the ball. “Dad”! I yelled.

“yes son”! he called.

“Will you read this to me?”

He read it and it sounded something like this, “LA Galaxy seeks AC Milan is this upcoming game.” He explained to me that this ad was about a sport called soccer, and you could only use your feet to kick the ball in the other team’s goal.  I stared at the picture. Maybe I should try this sport. I told my Mom I desperately wanted to play soccer.

In a few minutes she got off the phone and said “You’ll meet your team tomorrow morning.” The next morning our team met and agreed on our team name. We were the “Green mean Fighting Machines”. To me that sounded very cool like we destroy everything and everyone.Then the coach explained the whole season to our parents while the assistant coach worked with us on skills and drills. I was the first one to get the hang of it. 

After few weeks of skills and drills, the coach said “tomorrow we have a game so everyone get some rest”! The whistle blew and the game started. I passed the ball. A teammate from the other team stole it. I got right in front of him and kicked the ball right through his legs. It went to my teammate. He passed the ball to me. I slamed the ball hard heading stright for the net. I hear a swish and a screaming crowd. We ended up winning the game 1-0. If I had never scored, we would have tied. When I got home my Dad and I talked all about the game.