Narrative Essay on a Failure Experienced

NARRATIVE ESSAY ON A FAILURE EXPERIENCED
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From childhood, my best moments in life had been when I was playing football. In fact, I
cannot remember when I started playing football though, as grew up, “football was in me, and I
was in football.” In other words, this game derives the highest level of satisfaction in my life.
Moreover, the most interesting part of it was dribbling the ball and having cheers all over the
spectators. I saw football as the only alternative that could take me to my dreamland. I actually
saw many opportunities in my talent plus the courage I had gained from “time immemorial”
when I started playing football. My inspirations were by then, the famous footballers who among

others included the likes of Christian Ronaldo, john terry, Frank Lampard, and Henry among
others.
There came a life-changing opportunity when my high school team was to play against
Forest Rovers. This club plays a popular league and it so happened that it was one of the top
clubs in the league. The club’s management with the intention of recruiting an academy team,
organized a match between my school and a rivalry team within the same district in which, the
best performers would unquestionably be selected to join the club’s academy.
My team by then was well equipped with super talented guys, most of Couse like me.
The super talented dudes weren’t anything special to me. In other words, I was damn sure and
confident; I would be among the stars to be selected for the team academy. Little did I know that
it was just but false confidence that I had. When we kick-started the game, of course, as usual,
my teammates and other students expected exceptional performance from me. In other words, I
was the team captain. The game was all perfect though it was too competitive as all players
wanted to exploit their best to have a chance to be part of Forest Rovers. Moreover, players to be
selected were to be paid on a weekly basis. The game went far up to extra time with the
opponents having two players off due to red cards. However, they managed to defend until
penalties. This moment really seemed like those moments in movies when I missed the only goal
in the penalties that would make my team qualify. We lost the game to the rivalry school. Any
hopes, which my team, my coach, and fellow students might have had in me snatching of the
goalkeeper to get the ball into the net all ended with me warming and kicking the ball off the net.
I was typically angry with myself, holding it to my responsibility to have saved my team
and getting a lifetime opportunity that would possibly get me sold to a more prominent club like
Barcelona, Manchester City, and Arsenal among others. I kept on replaying the memory in my