Justin Lee
American Literature
2008-10-17
Genetic Masterfulness
Thesis Statement: The field was filled with cheers shouting for our team. However, the attention of the crowds seemed to waft away from our team and narrow down to two particular players.
“Cross, approach, score!” I blasted the ball as it made a perfect curve from the corner. Relieved, I shouted out, “Yes!” A few seconds later, the referee blew his whistle, announcing our team the winner of the 3rd San Roque Cup. From the bench, our head coach jumped around like a child who just got his favorite birthday present. Everyone in my team gathered around and hugged each other. Filling the entire field with cheers, the invigorated crowd touted our school’s name, “Bright! Bright!” We dominated the entire field.
During the awards ceremony, our captain mounted the podium and received the gold medal for the team. As he took the medal, he held it up high so that everyone could see the glorious award. After the gold medal award, from the MC’s voice, I heard a very familiar name, Justin Lee, as well as a pleasant sounding acronym, MVP. Incredulously, I quietly said, “What?” However, after realizing what had happened, I proudly stepped onto the stage and claimed my shiny, prismatic cube, in which an MVP sign and a soccer player posing were inscribed. The cameras flashed everywhere, making my MVP cube shine more and more. My captain looked at me and mouthed ‘good job,’ putting his thumbs up high. Not knowing how to react to such a scene, I awkwardly smiled for the next day’s headline photos!
However, the real golden moment of the day was yet to come. After the awarding for our age category—under-15—the awarding for the age under-12 category began. Our school’s under-12 soccer team, which my brother was in, was one of the most thriving team in the whole city. In many tournaments, it was easily predictable that they would win the 1st place. As usual, the team won the first place....