The Soccer Game – Jack H
It was August 18th. I ran down the stairs in my pink soccer boots. My mum had already cooked my breakfast. I felt nervous as I crossed the river to get to the soccer ground. It was the grand final; the first time my club had ever even made to the finals. But we were ready. I was surprised when only one of my team mates was there and my coach hadn’t arrived, even though he was supposed to arrive earlier than us. Then I saw a I poster on a tree. It said, ‘Soccer Grand Final August 19th’.