Get What You Want
I believe that practice makes perfect although not one can be perfect, no matter how hard they try. If you really want to be good at anything, you’re not good at it just like that. When I said to my mom that I wanted to get at soccer, she said “Practice makes perfect. Go out and practice.” I didn’t want to and so at try outs for Middle School soccer, I was not ready, no matter how much I wanted to be on A team, I was on B.
This year, in spring, I practiced a bit before. We had try outs and Coach was telling me I was doing good. Keep at it, he told me. After that, we had spring break, then more try outs. When he announced the teams at one practice, I figured out I was on A and B team! I was so excited! Practice makes you a lot better and you can’t be the best at something unless you’re willing to work for it.
We have had our first A game. When I watch the other girls on A team, I understand why they are. A friend of mine plays on 3 soccer teams and was willing to work for being the best. The girls on our rival team just didn’t work for it or I guess didn’t want it. They got beaten 3-1. We were overjoyed. First game, first win! Our Coach said, “Just because you won one, doesn’t mean you can win ‘em all. I’m still proud of you guys.”
It was the day of our first B game. This week, we have a whole line-up of games, A and B. Monday: our first B game; we were pumped and ready to win. We played a team called Maranatha. They were tough! The refs didn’t call anything of ours. When someone was gasping for air, the refs shouted “PLAY ON!” and told us to get up. When Maranatha was down, “STOP PLAY! Are you alright?” and let them off the field. It made me angry, and when I fell over and the refs pretended not to notice, I got up, crying a little, and stole the ball from Marantha. They looked shocked. I tried to score, but it didn’t work that well. I kept trying and trying and trying. I was pissed, and we were up by 2-0. We scored in the first half, and by the end of the game, it was still 2-0. When our team shook hands, they slapped our hands as hard as they could.
After the game, our team gathered around Coach and the bench. “You guys played really well today. I just wanted to point something out,” he said. “Ellen ran her butt off today. After she got pissed, she ran like the wind. Great job, Ellen.” I was elated. After he talked to everyone and the team broke up to go home, he told me, “That’s why you are on A team, also. Just get pissed at the next game.”
I believe that practice makes perfect, and you have to work for what you want.
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