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The ball was suddenly in the boy's possession. He paused, surprised. Then he started dribbling the black and white ball between his feet. His friend's yelled, "Go, Carl! Come on! You can do it!"
Carl's adrenalin rushed through his body. He felt the rush of the wind in his hair as he ran down the field. He was halfway down.
"Keep going! You're gonna make it!" his team shouted. He panted. Sweat was shedding off in buckets as he made it three quarters down the field. I'm gonna make it. I'm gonna make it, he thought to himself. Suddenly, the ball was out of his possession. He scanned the players for black and white. He spotted it. They were running down the field. Carl started sprinting, pursuing the person who had taken the ball.
One of his team-mates stole the ball. "I'm open!" he yelled. The team-mate passed it to him. The ball was back to him. Everything slowed down at once. He could see easy paths that would get him to the goal. He started dribbling the ball down the easiest one. Someone blocked him, but he thought quickly and found another way.
The crowd started cheering. Carl was pumped and ready to make a point for his team. He reached the goal, and kicked. Everything turned into slow motion. The ball sailed past the goalie and hit the net. The ball hit the ground and everything changed back from slow motion. The crowd was cheering and his team was too.
"Yes!" he yelled. "Yes!"
This is the first thing I have ever written in third-person so...
This is a soccer game, not a basketball game (just to clear that up). Again, please keep in mind that this is the first time I have EVER written in third person.
Well, my soccer coach called it dribbling, but I only played for a year and that was a long time ago. So, i might have a few things mixed up.
Carl's adrenalin rushed through his body. He felt the rush of the wind in his hair as he ran down the field. He was halfway down.
"Keep going! You're gonna make it!" his team shouted. He panted. Sweat was shedding off in buckets as he made it three quarters down the field. I'm gonna make it. I'm gonna make it, he thought to himself. Suddenly, the ball was out of his possession. He scanned the players for black and white. He spotted it. They were running down the field. Carl started sprinting, pursuing the person who had taken the ball.
One of his team-mates stole the ball. "I'm open!" he yelled. The team-mate passed it to him. The ball was back to him. Everything slowed down at once. He could see easy paths that would get him to the goal. He started dribbling the ball down the easiest one. Someone blocked him, but he thought quickly and found another way.
The crowd started cheering. Carl was pumped and ready to make a point for his team. He reached the goal, and kicked. Everything turned into slow motion. The ball sailed past the goalie and hit the net. The ball hit the ground and everything changed back from slow motion. The crowd was cheering and his team was too.
"Yes!" he yelled. "Yes!"
This is the first thing I have ever written in third-person so...
This is a soccer game, not a basketball game (just to clear that up). Again, please keep in mind that this is the first time I have EVER written in third person.
Well, my soccer coach called it dribbling, but I only played for a year and that was a long time ago. So, i might have a few things mixed up.