Soccer-Personal Narrative

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Robin loved soccer he couldn’t believe it, taken him to the age of 10 to work out what wonderful thing soccer was, soccer was the best. The dew on the grass in the cold July morning the mist in the air parents on the sideline cheering historically. Boys running up and down the soccer field kicking the ball, for Robin this was utopia, this was the best possible place ever invented for a 1p year old boy and he loved it. Every morning every evening he would ask his parents how many more sleeps for Saturday. He loved his soccer he worshiped his soccer, soccer was the best. Soccer was the place to be until he met Steve... Robin had heard the boys talk a concept quite fondly the terminology needed an explanation grand final apparently it conveyed…show more content…
Robin stopped to contemplate what looked like a sound idea and as he stopped there was something he didn’t notice the team coach up to him, arm around the shoulder like a spider about to devour its prey “Robin you won’t be playing in the grand final on Saturday you see Steve will have to take your place now it’s most important you do what your told you got to go home right away and make sure you say nothing about what so ever to your mother and father it’s absolutely essential you don’t tell them anything , Robin you cannot come and turn up to watch the game on Saturday either, you see the way it works. Is that Steve will have to take your take your place and sign in using your name, must do as you’re told you’re a good boy Robin we can rely on you by doing the right thing by the team” and the coach walked off Robin didn’t not yet, he didn’t understand all the things of what he had heard not all f them but he knew

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