Official 2010 FIFA World Cup match ball mikkelz via Compfight

If you know me well you would know that I play on a very highly ranked soccer team. We did really good in our previous season, so they decided to move our team up to a harder level. We just picked back up after the holiday break. We have already been a part of a tournament and had two other games.

This next weekend is supposed to be the real test of our teams ability. We will have not one, but two games back to back in brenham Texas. Then the next two following weekends we will do the same. Wish us luck!

Bad Game

The whistle blew signaling the end of the soccer game.  My coach’s face turned red with anger and embarrassment of our performances on the field.

He shouted for us to come over for a meeting. He didn’t talk for a while. He just glared at everyone, trying to dig into our soul.  Then, out of no where he yelled, “That was unacceptable!” He paused and looked at all of us.  “Please tell me this is not how you plan to play this season!” he said in a frustrated voice.

I could tell that everyone was beginning to feel frightened by the tone in his voice. He calmed him self down a little and walked away. We all looked at each other in fear. We thought we were done, so we began to pack up our stuff. Then suddenly, he called for us to come over behind the goal.

We all walked over to him. I thought maybe he had calmed down a bit, but I was wrong! He was as mad as he was before. He told us to form two lines. We were all to scared to object to anything he said, so we did it. Then he told us how disappointed he was in us again. He made us do suicide exercises over and over again.

He was trying to torture us!

We had a bad game, but he expected too much of us. We had not played in a while, and the other team was a year older than our team.

After the suicides he made us do other little drills. After 45 minutes of drills after drills, he finally told us we could go home. He wasn’t as mad any more, but he still wasn’t in a good mood. I hoped he wouldn’t take it out on us in practice next week.

Have you ever been yelled at during or after a game? If so, why?


Ever since I remember I’ve been having Thanksgiving at my grandmothers house.  So receiving my soccer schedule for this year was very disappointing.   I saw that they had scheduled a tournament in Dallas; on the day of Thanksgiving.  At first I thought there was no way my parents would let me go, but they surprised me, and said I had the choice to go or to not go.

It took me while to decide, but I finally made up my mind and went ahead to go to the tournament.

I really hoped I didn’t make any one mad having to drive to Dallas on Thanksgiving day.  I also hope no one was disappointed having to celebrate Thanksgiving a day early.

Although we had to celebrate early everyone had a really good time.  Driving to Dallas was a long trip, but no one seemed to care when we stopped at Jack in the Box for dinner; when everyone else was eating turkey and mashed potatoes. ect  My soccer tournament went well and we had a very good time in Dallas, and I’m ready to do it all again this year.

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