On that day, Sunday, December 25,
2011, my friends and I won a soccer competition. at that time I was 14 years
old. The soccer competition is only for children under the age of 16 and the
competition runs for more than 2 months. we all took part in the competition
with only the ability to play soccer and not have an attack and defense
pattern.
That day arrived where the group
draw was held. we were in a group that could be considered a "hell
group" because "defending champions" were in our group. the
organizing committee did not support us because we were newcomers. my friend
tried to calm down so as not to listen to the words that made the team mental
down.
The competition began, where our
first match was against the "defending champions" and the results were
a draw. we are all happy to be able to hold on to the defending champions. long
story short, we went through a match in the group 5 times and were unbeaten. we
won the group and advanced to the next round.
The semifinals came. we who have
not been seeded since the beginning of the competition can go so far. me and my
friends think we will all end in this round. apparently not. we massacred the
opposing team with a score of 3-1 easily. I contributed 1 assist as a defender
and it became a pride of myself. we drove to the final easily and the final
came.
In our final match against
"defending champions". me and some of my friends are nervous. before
the match my friend said that if we were to compete, we must be serious in
order to win the competition. the match was tough, for 2 rounds the result was
still a draw and continued with 2 additional rounds with a shorter time. and in
the second additional round, "boom!"
my friend scored and we all celebrated the goal. and a few minutes later the
referee blew the whistle for the end of the match. we all ran around the field
to celebrate the victory.
