Level 1 English
A NEW KICKING TEE
This year I got given a kicking tee for Christmas. It was beautiful, its jet black colour as serious as the night sky, its height was perfect and the angle just added to its elegance. It appeared too wonderful to be true, as if it were the Mona Lisa of kicking tees. From the moment I laid eyes upon it I realized I had found true love.
I was horrible at kicking, I always had been, but I loved it. So everyday after school I marched down to the park to practice. My first kick would swing left, my second veer right and my third wouldn’t even make the distance, so I always ended up ambling home in a depressed mood. Then, at our first rugby game of the season our kicker didn’t show up so the coach ordered me to fill in. It was only seconds into the game when I heard the ref blast his whistle. It was a penalty, to us. I thought to myself “I hope they don’t want me to kick it”, but they did. I had to take a shot at goal from 40 meters away from the posts and right up against the left hand side of the field. I placed the ball on my tee, positioning it so it was pointing towards the posts. I stood up, took four steps back and three steps to the left. I stood there eyeing up my target, I took one step back then charged towards the ball, planted my left leg and followed through with my right. My foot hit the ball. I gazed up and saw the ball spinning, end on end, and as it floated through the air and sailed through the posts a huge cheer went up. I had nailed my first kick.
I went on to score 13 more points in our season opener, all from the boot. My coach was so impressed that I’m now the full time kicker for my team. Each kick is just as hard as my first but I will always remember that time when I nailed my first kick.
I was horrible at kicking, I always had been, but I loved it. So everyday after school I marched down to the park to practice. My first kick would swing left, my second veer right and my third wouldn’t even make the distance, so I always ended up ambling home in a depressed mood. Then, at our first rugby game of the season our kicker didn’t show up so the coach ordered me to fill in. It was only seconds into the game when I heard the ref blast his whistle. It was a penalty, to us. I thought to myself “I hope they don’t want me to kick it”, but they did. I had to take a shot at goal from 40 meters away from the posts and right up against the left hand side of the field. I placed the ball on my tee, positioning it so it was pointing towards the posts. I stood up, took four steps back and three steps to the left. I stood there eyeing up my target, I took one step back then charged towards the ball, planted my left leg and followed through with my right. My foot hit the ball. I gazed up and saw the ball spinning, end on end, and as it floated through the air and sailed through the posts a huge cheer went up. I had nailed my first kick.
I went on to score 13 more points in our season opener, all from the boot. My coach was so impressed that I’m now the full time kicker for my team. Each kick is just as hard as my first but I will always remember that time when I nailed my first kick.
