The tension was getting more and more intense. We were sitting in the dressing room waiting to go out to Wembley Stadium. The dream stadium of every players career, that distinctive red that no other stadium could look like. From the striking red high seats to the carefully one leveled green grass. I couldn’t believe it that we had made it this far. We beat Europe’s best team in the semi-finals. Docklands done the impossible to reach the finals as they, a team from the lowest tier of the English football leagues. Eltigani Ibrahim was the wonder kid having scored in the semi-finals as a 17 year old reserve.
As we came out onto the pitch all I saw were people and flashing lights not a single empty seat. The roar of the crowd made my heart beat. Nothing, nothing had ever rocked me like the way the crowd and the stadium did. Eighty thousand people in the stadium and millions more watching us on TV. We all knew we could do this and we had done it before. Looking over to the west stand I could see the wall of red and the thousands of supporters that had travelled miles to watch this almighty FA CUP final. When we lined up to meet the other team all I could hear was the crowd screaming. The stadium roared with excitement and many people cheering and chanting in unison.
The referee’s whistle blew and Chelsea had the ball. We were pushed back and were desperately defending Chelsea’s fierce attack. My heart stopped for about 5 seconds and the crowd were silent as mighty of a shot from Eden hazard hit the post and thanks to some fantastic saves we were still in it. After 35 minutes we had our first threatening attack. A skilled run by Jamie Roberts down the left flank with a good cross into the six yard box, I sprinted towards it and dived for the ball. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my ankle, a Chelsea defender had fouled me and I was awarded with a penalty. I was the captain and I had the job to put the ball in the back of the net from the twelve yard spot. I stepped over the ball and my heart was racing like a formula 1 race car .Here I was in front of millions of people watching having to score from a penalty.I eyed the top left corner and kicked the ball. From the minute the ball left my foot i knew it was a bad hit and dropped to the ground in disappointment The ball flew to the corner but it had only found the post. I had missed the penalty. Knowing I had let my team down i got up in disappointment and i was determined to make it up to my team. After all the work we done to get here i was not willing to let us lose this match.
After a long and hard first half we went back in the dressing room and our manager gave us a briefing on what we needed to do in the second half. I tried to listen but my mind wasn’t there. I couldn’t believe I had missed that penalty. I sat in the corner of the changing room leaning against the metal lockers my head was everywhere,i was thinking how everyone would be disappointment at me for missing that vital penalty.We were back on the field and it was a very evenly matched second half with chances to each team. We played good attacking football but just couldn’t find that cutting edge. The whistle blew loudly and the match had to go in extra time. We were all tired but the hunger of winning drove us onto to new limits . We walked out on the pitch and were as determined as ever to win this match. We had a good chance but failed to score in the first half so the game would have to go on to the second half of extra time.
The game kept going and there was no sign a winner would be found. Each team matched the other ball from ball, man for man and this would certainly go on to be a penalty shootout. Chelsea had a corner at the last minute of extra time. The big notorious Defender Hamza oubad headed the ball and I raced to towards it running towards the Chelsea goal. Chelsea had pushed all their players forward and had only one defender in front of goal. I ran and ran pushing myself to my limit. I knew somewhere in that sea of red was my father. I couldn’t see him but I knew he was there willing me and cheering me on . I flicked the ball over the Chelsea defender and aimed at the near post. I kicked it perfectly and it flew straight in the back of the net. GOAL! I couldn’t believe it that I had won the game and was the captain of a FA cup winning team. The crowd went wild and I was there the emotion that ran through my body was one of a kind!. I was so proud of myself as we won the cup and it was even better knowing I was the hero that scored the winning goal. It was a feeling that could never be seen or felt again. A tear ran down my eye as I looked into the crowd and saw my mum and dad watching and screaming me on.
I was handed over the trophy and I and lifted it up and shouted ‘docklands forever! ‘It was a team effort and everyone did their job. We had done it. The greatest story football has ever heard. The unheard of DJFC had won the famous FA CUP. Everyone called us the wonders.
April 20, 2015 at 2:32 pm
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This is a good scene to explore but try not to tell the events of the whole game. Focus primarily on describing a moment in the game. This could be as your team enters the pitch and the atmosphere of the crowd or minutes before the end of the game where your team needs a goal to win the FA Cup.
You have expressed with some clarity the mood and atmosphere of the setting.
Targets for improvement.
– some errors with capitalisation of proper nouns.
– Avoid using straight-forward and dull language. Use your 5 senses to build the setting, thoughts and feelings of the scene.
– use a wider range of punctuation and grammatical structures