Saturday, July 16, 2011
No adverb/adjective
It was a Sunday afternoon. The sun was like a fire, and the air was like steam. I was trapped. I tried but still cannot escape, for I loved soccer too much. It was the final minute of the match, and both teams scored zero goals. With luck and skill, I caught hold of the ball, and dribbled it between legs, across heads, and I looked as if I cannot be stopped. My friends watched me dribble the ball, with smiles across their face. As I got about ten meters from the goalpost, I saw the goalkeeper watching every single movement I had. With a kick of my right leg, I scored a goal! My teammates ran to me and hugged me, and I drank an ice cold bottle of sports drink to cool my body down. The feeling was simply great.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment