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An exciting and most memorable event | Essay for 10 year olds | Elijah Wee | Singapore


Hi there, here is one of my Primary Four essays - "An exciting and most memorable event".


            Never.

            Never did I ever expect to win the soccer tournament and claim the trophy. My team members and I were proud of our achievement. Just then, memories of the soccer match came flooding back to me. I was soon teleported back into the past … …

            “Do the best for this tournament. Make your parents proud of you. We have come so far and we cannot lose now.” Our cool as cucumber captain exhorted us. An insidious fear crept slowly into me, like a snake slithering stealthily into my gut. I shook off my fear and joined the team to huddle together. Our hearts began beating as one. “To GOD Be THE GLORY! MG POWER!” we shouted in unison.

            As my team and I stepped out onto the soccer field, I caught a glimpse of my opponent from the prestigious Singapore Sports School. Well, well, if it was no other than my rival, Drake.

            “Hey, it is you, Matthew Ng. You will lose for sure and I shall win.” Drake said as he sneered at me. He flashed a haughty smile before leaving and walking towards his team members. Immediately, my blood began to boil. How dare he speak to me in such a manner! I will show him that we shall emerge as the champions!

            I was finally ready for the battle. “Come on guys!” I shouted out confidently.

            Half a minute later and the soccer game began.

            Our team started the match, attacking the opposing goalpost with confidence. But all of sudden, fifteen minutes into the game, Drake managed to get back the ball from my teammate Justin. Drake was extremely aggressive very much like that of a predator pouncing on its unsuspecting prey. Mustering all his strength, Drake kicked the ball.

            The ball sailed towards the goal. Fortunately, reliable Dominic managed to save the ball.

            Wave after wave, the opposing team attacked our goalpost but were foiled by our star goalkeeper, Dominic. Five minutes before the first half of the game, the tide changed. Like a leopard about to attack its prey, Justin ran towards the loose ball in our half. Reaching the ball, he used all of his remaining strength to kick the ball to another fellow teammate, Davin. As smooth as silk, Davin dribbled past three defenders, leaving them stranded in his wake as he headed unrelentlessly towards the goalpost. Gathering all his momentum, Davin rocketed the ball to the extreme left corner of the goalpost with a stylish volley. Swoosh, the ball sailed mercilessly past the outstretched arms of the goalkeeper and bulged the goal netting. The whole team punched the air in pure delight. All of us including, our coach rushed to embrace Davin.

            Exhaustion almost wore us down in the second half but we pressed on, resolute to persevere to the end. We believed that the pot of gold awaited us at the end of the rainbow. When the last whistle of the game was finally blown, we felt triumphant! Overjoyed, we collapsed into one another’s arms, screaming with extreme exhilaration. On seeing Drake who was glum, I went over and consoled him. I was sincere. He just grinned and said, “You’re really good, huh? Perhaps we will meet again. Anyway, your friends Justin and Dominic are calling you to get the trophy.” Drake then left and I was too speechless to utter even a single word. How did Drake manage to know my friends’ names?

            Coming back with a collision to the present, I was as cheery as a sunflower as we made our way back into our school bus. A smile was plastered on my face for the rest of that day.

Has any particular event in your life struck you as most memorable? Do share.


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