day 1
MY aim in the next 4 weeks is to kick 13 goals by the end of the season It all started at 5.30pm on Wednesday 21/7/2010 when I drove down to Beasley Park to begin my football training. It was a very cold night and to tell you the truth I was quite scared as I thought we would be doing running for the whole training session. We began by doing a warm up lap around the oval and talking to all my team mates. As we got back from our lap our coach told us that he had forgot the footballs, at that exact moment my stomach dropped and I knew we would be doing running as we have no footballs to kick. I didn't know what to do, I wanted to hide so I didn't have to do running. As we walked down to the goal line I saw three of my team mates setting up a rectangle, I didn't know what we were doing but I knew it wouldn't be good. When my coach was talking I tried not listen because I didn't want to hear that we were doing running and then he told us that we are playing soccer my froun turned upside down into a smile once we chose our teams I was pretty happy because I was in a good team. I began as goal keeper and i saved about five goals i then went up forward to kick some goals at one moment the ball got kicked to me in the air i thought i could make my self look good by doing a bycile kick but instead i fell on my Ars. It was half time and we walked over to get a drink as i was walking over we were talking about our plan. When the second half started a Fight broke out and it was all on all i ran straight for my coach who kneed me in the jaw and thanks to him i cant eat 'shame on him'. As the fight was getting bigger i ran in their to help my team and one of my team mates ripped my favourite dockers singlet which got me so angry i was fuming i had smoke coming out of my ears but the fight ended and i had to play with no top on. As it was a cold night my nipples went blue and my stomach was freezing and then the wissle went training had finished and i had lost my favourite singlet