A wonderful coaching event paper 2

Darren Philip

Title: A wonderful coaching  event.

Subject: english

     The colours were radical, and vibrant, each player respectively dressed in the color of their choice. A bundle of talent,of which I must sift through,to find the fittest and most talented of the bunch. Coach thought to himself, with his manish stance at mid field waiting to commence practice.

     “Bring it in boys,” coach yelled loudly after sounding the whistle.

       “This is the last try out before the selection of the final sixteen, traveling to Antigua for the keithly shepard tournament, train hard guys no free buys.” He slightly chuckled, thinking to himself what an oppourtunity, i could see the potential in every youngster on the soccer field today. As practice went on, he jotted in his note pad,stocking the field like a chicken hawk for field mice. After selecting the final sixteen, he relaxed, a smile emerging, confident in his coaching ability,to select the best sixteen.

      We flew to Antigua fitted in our dominican track suites, a bright green with yellow trimmings, the boys looked like stars coach thought. The first game us against St.vincent, coach looked poised and in control, dictating from the sidelines. Grabbing our first win his energy blossomed, sholders propped up like a marine, as he shook the hand of the opposing coach.

     The second game against the host country Antigua made coach angry,he was pieced almost the whole game. Eyes sqinted, jaw bone recocheting against his cheeks.

   “ What are you guys thinking this is the quarter finals,” coach belted out of his lungs “lets go  come on darren you gotta make these attempts man.” He was furious. I got to sub this kid man he thought to himself.

    A few minutes went by then he signaled to the lines man for a sub,  off the field for to many missed oppourtunities, yelling and screaming.

    “That’s it for you and the tournament, your letting us down.”

     Clinching the win we made it to the semi- finals, coach was less than amused feeling like we should have won by ten. You couldn’t see the excitement in the semi- final, a seriousness mixed with a mellow mood of encouragement as coach, coached his way to victory.

    The stage was set, the crowd was anxcious in their seats, the bright beamsof light bedazzling the field. Hurdled in a circle, coach preached his wisdom,and ended in a small prayer.he had his mind set on one thing, one thing only, the keithly sheppard cup which came with a coaches cup to. Right from the start it looked like the kittians would win. They ran circles around the deffense, argitating coach.

“defense, play some defense for god sake.” He screamed angrily “get in the game”.

     After being pounded for the first thirty two minutes of the game, and countless attempts by coach to restrategise, the kittian captain slipped a header pass our goalie. It was like coach just got stuck with a knife, he sholders dropped and his face sobbered. At the half he fired up, and let us know what we needed to do. After the halftime show we looked more like a team scoring in the first ten miutes of the second half. Still being out ran by the kittians, and looking like he was out of ideas, coach decieded to go against his deciesion to seat me out. He drilled me on what he wanted and called a sub out to put me in.

     Five minutes left to go in the game, a ball came from the right side, coach went wild.

     “take em on darren,” he shouted.

     “You can do it, go go.” He yelled jumping and screaming running down the side lines, nerves in his throat and heart in his toe. The amasement tattoed on his face. This is what am here for he thought. After shaking off the first defender, sciossors dribbling the next and out running the last, I could hear coach. I could hear the fascination, the joy the passion and nerves raging in his cheerful inspirational words.

    “Left corner, left corner slam it into the left corner,”he yelled helplessly out of control. After the ball caught the back of the net, coach dropped to the floor still yelling and screaming like he just lost a family member. Tears of joy spilled like a floating river. What I came to do is done. I am the victor coach thought to himself  ever so proudly.