The End Of My Soccer Career

Belatedly,the harsh whistle ended the soccer game and my suffering.I took off the jersey,from which sweat dropped off constantly. The jersey seemed being crying for the doomed result.Thinking back to the unfairness, I was buried by disappointment and anger and then threw it to the ground vigorously. "Goodbye", I said, loudly and firmly.This game was totally a nightmare for me.

Nobody knows I might have been a professional soccer player. In fact, I was one of the most gifted children in a soccer club at that time. Sometimes I imagined I could be a superstar like Raul one day. However, that horrible game destroyed everything in a blistering afternoon.















In the summer of 2006,there was a soccer game for children in primary schools.As a little soccer fan,I organized a team with some friends excitedly.We trained a lot and were eager for the trophy. Everything went smoothly until we entered the semi-finals.



When standing in the competition field, we suddenly found all of our opponents were much higher than us. What happened? It's a game for children in primary schools.But apparently they weren't. In fact, one of my teammates recognized some of them were from middle schools.In other words, they disobeyed the rule!

Anger burst from the bottom of our hearts sharply because they tarnished the holy sports. Naturally,we surrounded the referee as quickly as possible and turned for his help. However,this middle-aged man with a big beard showed no interest in our appeal.He was rather impatient and so he shouted at us with a dirty look,"Go back,go back,continue the game". Because we didn't have a coach and our parents weren't here, we children had to accept this situation.Until this moment I still believed we might have the chance to win.

The reality confirmed I was too naive.Again and again, we were knocked down.They were so fierce that we couldn't control the ball for more than 10 seconds.We couldn't even breathe smoothly under their pressure. Gradually,my team was forced to stay in our own half-field,just like a stupid tortoise. In the beginning, I still dared to abut those big boys and strive against them. While the pain stopped me soon.They were much stronger than I. I could not even raise my hands and lift my legs. The sweat was transforming into steam, which encircled my whole body. Sometimes I almost felt myself running in the clouds.But what I did made no sense. They dominated the game and had a goal soon.




Seeing their celebration,I stopped the fight.As for my teammates, they gave up much earlier.The exhaustion and desperation spread among us and some didn't run any more. Eventually, we lost. And our trust were hurt severely because we were defeated in such an illegal way.




After the game, those big boys went away, happy and arrogant. As captain,I rejected the comfort from others, frozen in the field. Before long everybody was gone except me.Sitting on the lawn, I was lost in thinking.It was the first time I began to hate soccer.As a child, I really regarded everything in the world was fair and the soccer game was clean.But the reality made me so helpless and confusing.

With the time going by, the sunlight turned mild. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and then stood up,dragged my heavy body to the exit step by step. Only the jersey was lying on the ground,quietly. It's tough for me to decide to leave soccer and never be back.

This match is the end of my soccer career.At times I also thought my decision may be too careless.But my heart was so broken that I wouldn't devote myself to soccer as before. My love for soccer has been locked away for a long time.