Authors Note: This piece is a personal narrative about my first tackle football win
After the speech from coach Ramlow that could have made a motivational speaker jealous. I was ready, and it was about time we won. As the music finished, and the team got ready... I swear my heart jump out of my chest every time the ball was snapped for fear of a collapse, and on a 3rd and long it happened.The half-back broke two tackles and was in to the endzone. The rest of the quarter was quiet as we rolled in to the final quarter. I looked like I had been in a water park covered in sweat . On first, second and third series we were stopped dead in our tracks and we couldn't move the ball one inch. Luckily the Black defense was on there A game and had stopped their offence too. With 5 minutes left we made progress and got a massive first down that spurred a rally in our team, three plays later after a 2nd down stop that left us on the away team's 30 yard line with two yards to go. As the X(wide receiver) ran in to tell the QB our play. He called the 9-37 sweep with meant I pulled and Mike got the ball. My heart stopped when I heard the play called out as the huddle was broke. Millions of thought raced a through my head all ended with me doing something wrong. “Red, Set, Go” the quarterback called out and I raced across the line. With Mike in toe, I leveled the free safety and Mike was gone. We did it, we scored with three minutes remaining . As the other team tried with all their mite they were unable to score and were stopped on a 3rd down, coach put me in and again I was nervous I was going to something wrong. With Mr. Muscles lined up across from me I knew the play would come my side. “Hike” said their QB and the Full Back came at me like a bull in a china shop straight for me and what happened… he got laid out. The game was won we stopped them but with one minute left we had to chew the clock witch was no problem at all. 0:00 the scoreboard read as we won. The next 30 second of my life were a blur and sweat was not the only thing coming out of my eyes, I wasn't the only one ether, I mean everyone was crying except for head coach Ramlow. After his finally speech and a team breakdown I ran up and hugged him, He’ll deny this but I swear to this day he was crying.
Sweat poured down my face as the national anthem ended. One
year of tackle football that had been anything but perfect, 0 and 6 to be in
fact. Well this year was no different after three bitter defeats everyone’s
morale was at rock bottom, I was too after, every heart
breaking lose, every oh so close, I was ready to throw in the towel, but I had a job to do and that was to play
every play, every snap with 110% and not to quit. As I snapped up my helmet and jogged up on to the field I
remember thinking “man another big team, another loss”.
The first series started as the usually three and out. As I jogged up to the line and took up my spot at left end, the other team broke broke the huddle and ran up to the line I saw the biggest 12 year old boy I had ever seen, I mean 5’11 build like a professional weight lifter, looked mad too. He was ready to kill. My 5’8 scrawny frame made me look like a toddler next to a grow man but if there’s anything my coach thought me is that that the fastest guy wins. So will he tried to muscle me around I ran right around him and made 2 tackles on that drive. We stopped them on the first drive and the whole first half. Also we did the impossible and we were up seven to nothing, but one major obstacle stood in our way and that was second half after we had notorious collapse a fourteen point lead last game I wasn’t ready for that to happen for a second time and 40 other individuals weren’t either.
The first series started as the usually three and out. As I jogged up to the line and took up my spot at left end, the other team broke broke the huddle and ran up to the line I saw the biggest 12 year old boy I had ever seen, I mean 5’11 build like a professional weight lifter, looked mad too. He was ready to kill. My 5’8 scrawny frame made me look like a toddler next to a grow man but if there’s anything my coach thought me is that that the fastest guy wins. So will he tried to muscle me around I ran right around him and made 2 tackles on that drive. We stopped them on the first drive and the whole first half. Also we did the impossible and we were up seven to nothing, but one major obstacle stood in our way and that was second half after we had notorious collapse a fourteen point lead last game I wasn’t ready for that to happen for a second time and 40 other individuals weren’t either.
After the speech from coach Ramlow that could have made a motivational speaker jealous. I was ready, and it was about time we won. As the music finished, and the team got ready... I swear my heart jump out of my chest every time the ball was snapped for fear of a collapse, and on a 3rd and long it happened.The half-back broke two tackles and was in to the endzone. The rest of the quarter was quiet as we rolled in to the final quarter. I looked like I had been in a water park covered in sweat . On first, second and third series we were stopped dead in our tracks and we couldn't move the ball one inch. Luckily the Black defense was on there A game and had stopped their offence too. With 5 minutes left we made progress and got a massive first down that spurred a rally in our team, three plays later after a 2nd down stop that left us on the away team's 30 yard line with two yards to go. As the X(wide receiver) ran in to tell the QB our play. He called the 9-37 sweep with meant I pulled and Mike got the ball. My heart stopped when I heard the play called out as the huddle was broke. Millions of thought raced a through my head all ended with me doing something wrong. “Red, Set, Go” the quarterback called out and I raced across the line. With Mike in toe, I leveled the free safety and Mike was gone. We did it, we scored with three minutes remaining . As the other team tried with all their mite they were unable to score and were stopped on a 3rd down, coach put me in and again I was nervous I was going to something wrong. With Mr. Muscles lined up across from me I knew the play would come my side. “Hike” said their QB and the Full Back came at me like a bull in a china shop straight for me and what happened… he got laid out. The game was won we stopped them but with one minute left we had to chew the clock witch was no problem at all. 0:00 the scoreboard read as we won. The next 30 second of my life were a blur and sweat was not the only thing coming out of my eyes, I wasn't the only one ether, I mean everyone was crying except for head coach Ramlow. After his finally speech and a team breakdown I ran up and hugged him, He’ll deny this but I swear to this day he was crying.
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