40 Seconds

Yesterday evening I had a soccer game at Morse Highschool. My team has a tendency to not do well at far away games. That's how we started. Within the first 3 minutes they scored. That sure woke us up. We held them there and took a few shots. No one scored for the rest of the half. In the second half we played a little better and scored about 20 minutes into the game. Our team kept going back and forth for awhile, and I thought for sure we were going to win. We had shots that bounced off cross bar, the side post, and some that forced the goalie to make diving saves. With less than a minute left, the other team had one of there best players run the ball with two other good players help him. Don't ask me how, but that guy got through two of our best players and a weaker defender. He then took a shot which our goalie (an extremely good goalie) barely missed. The ball was then buried in the corner of the goal. There were 40 seconds left in the game. We had the ball, Brandon (probably the best ball handler on our team) took the ball down, out moved three defenders and then was stopped by two defenders doubling up on him. All they did was clear it, so my team sent it down the corner and tried that, but we just didn't have enough time. We crossed it in right as the buzzer went off and the game ended.

We needed to win that game or we need to win today's game to make the playoffs. After this game we have three more games, two of which are easy games. If we win those, all we can do is hope the right times win so that we can make it to playoffs, or beat the best team in the league, and maybe even the state.