Pow! I got kicked by a person when I was playing soccer. Last year at school I was trying to kick the ball but someone kicked me in the leg by accident. I had a bruise for the next week. I was still playing the game like I was strong, when I was running I scored a goal and I was proud of myself. Woooo... whistle for half time, I was so tired and exhausted, I was sweating like I was in a oven for 1 hour.
The break was over, my team was ready for the game. The ref counts to 3,2,1 the game starts I tried to kicked the ball to the goal but I was too scared because pupils look liked they were charging to me, liked they were going to tackle me. So I just sidestep them and I scored a goal. Everybody cheered for me I was happy because It looked liked I had lots of friends. The score was 2-0.
I was the only person that scored a goal. The next minute the opposite team scored a goal, I was happy for them. When the ref gave the ball to us we were running fast as we could and we were working as a team. It was so intense. My friend and I passed the ball to each other and when we were close by the goal and my friend kicked it and we scored the goal. It was the last score. We won the game. The last score was 3-1, Yayy! we all said.
We all cheered for each other we were celebrating. We had a soccer award for our classroom.
This is my onomatopoeia hope you enjoy.
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