Learning involves recognizing the consequences of one’s action.
I’m Proud of: 1- I that i didn’t have to exaggerate 2- I wrote about my emotions and reactions perfectly.
I need to improve: 1- My grammar, 2- Paragraphing
Why has the game stopped? What was being said in the referee’s ear? Why is he running towards the VAR? To understand what’s happening we have to go a few weeks back…
It’s Feb 12, and a thankful human is lying on his bed waiting for the game to start. Who is the thankful human? Me. Why is he thankful? Because it’s a snow day in District 43 and that never happens, and now this human can sit and watch the game! What game? Manchester United vs. Paris Saint German’s (PSG) game. So as I was saying, that day I was laying in my bed, waiting for the game to start. This game was super important to me, simply because I support Man Utd and this was a UCL game in Man Utd’s home which meant that they had a good chance to win. Manchester United lost the match in their own home by two goal! And that’s not the worst thing! The worst thing was that one of the goal scorers, Angel Di Maria, was a former Man Utd player and after he scored the goal, he cheered and disrespected the fans! At that time, I felt like I was burning in a fire; like I was a true Red Devil. But it wasn’t over yet. There was a rematch. They could still find their way to the quarter finals.
So here we are, March 6. It’s a school day. I have to be at the school, like any other day. My stupid and swollen face was the first thing I saw that morning. That damned mirror. It wasn’t only my face that was making me angry that morning; it was the annoying sound of my alarm which pushes me closer to madness every single day. I felt sad, pissed, and disappointed at my life. I wished I was a dog. For breakfast I had a smoothie which didn’t taste so good, because my mouth was bitter like how my whole life was. I didn’t sit because I knew if I sat I would never get up. I rushed to my bike, thinking I’m already 5 minutes late for school, and it’s the rematch of the Man Utd vs PSG which I couldn’t watch. Sucks right? Story of my life. So I got to the school, went through the whole routine, only thinking about the great game I’m going to miss because of the stupid school. The game was at noon so I could watch like 20 minutes of it during lunch time, but after that I couldn’t watch it. OMG! Why did I come to Canada! I could be in my bed, enjoying the game right now! But NO, I have to be at my C Block!
I’m in the café Tierra, and I’m going to watch the game through my laptop with the school’s Wi-Fi. AGHHH! The game starts. The game is in Paris, PSG’s home. Man U players are wearing their beautiful light pink jerseys. They are pressuring the PSG defense line. And… BOOM! MANCHESTER UNITED SCORED THE FIRST GOAL IN THE SECOND MINUTE OF THE GAME! I was literally shaking. I knew these boys could give PSG a fight but I did not expect that.
So the game is going on and they have been playing for 10 minutes now. PSG is fighting back and then out of nowhere they score a goal. I felt like the whole world was collapsing on me, not only because Manchester United was getting eliminated, but also because I had to get to my next block and miss out on this exciting, breath-taking, and super important game.
Walking to the class and holding my laptop, I saw my friend Ali. He asked about the scores and I told him, “It’s 1-1.”
He looked at me and and said, “Bro it’s over.” The moment he said that, BOOM, Romelu Lukaku scored the second goal for Manchester United.
I replied to him, “Not yet, man! Not yet.” So I entered Mrs. Thomasen classroom, knowing that I wont be able to watch the game, because usually I talk a lot during that class and the whole class is important to me. I closed my laptop and started doing class related stuff. The only thing I could do to not lose track of the game, was to look at the score sheet time to time.
After the class was done and we had some time to ourselves, I opened my laptop again and saw that the game was still 2-1. Man Utd only needed one goal to get to the next round, but it was the 87’ minute of the game. The bell rang. Great! Now I couldn’t even watch the three remaining minutes of the game. I ran to my next class opened my laptop and saw that it’s a corner for Man Utd. All I could think about was that this is their last chance. But wait, something’s not right. Why has the game stopped? What was being said in the referee’s ear? Why is he running towards the VAR? What the hell did I lose when I was getting to my next class? The replay is being shown. Perreira shot the ball and it hit the PSG player’s hand! OMG! Is that a penalty for Man Utd? What will the referee decide? The camera shows the player who committed the foul. Look at him. He knows what’s coming. The referee is getting back on the pitch. What is he going to announce? He lifts his hand up and…
IT’S A PENALTY FOR MANCHESTER UNITED! This was their chance to get to the next round. It could not get any better for them. I knew that I’m not capable of watching the game in the class. I got out of there, went to the washroom and waited. Waited for Marcus Rashford to get behind the ball. The referee blew in his whistle. Nobody is breathing. Rashford’s going to shoot the ball. He shot the ball! Buffon jumped to the right direction, but the ball goes IN!
“Goallll” is what I screamed in the washroom. I was shaking. This was a miracle. United was going to the next round. The camera showed Angel Di Maria’s face. Haha, loser. It was done. These players had an amazing character and preformed one of the most exciting comebacks of all time. All I could think about was the famous quote from Johan Cruyff, The Legend, “Why couldn’t you beat a richer club? I’ve never seen a bag of money score a goal.”