Mr. Rennie's Class

Owen                                                      October,19/2010

Slap shot

   I can feel the player breathing down my back,he is closing in on me. Iam now twenty feet away from the goalie but the idiot has alreadycaught up to me I can see his stick right beside mine he goes to take asweep at me but I toe drag around him.

    Now it’s just me and the goalie. I’m staring right into his eyes,he looks crazed I want to turn around but I couldn't I needed to get agoal. I can feel the tension in the arena, all eyes are on me as Istart to wind up, my stick goes as high as my hip and swings forwardlike a huge freight train. It is as fast as Tiger Woods golf swing. Mystick swiftly glides through the air, the puck violently blasts off theice spinning  three feet in the air the perfect height.

Thegoalie is set in the net, glove in front of him, I think the puck is tothe right of him it starts to curve right around his glove, the netjerks backwards and I know that

Iscored because my team starts to cheer. I go wide around the net and Ican see the puck in the net, “Yes!” happiness surrounds me, my firstgoal of the season. I feel proud of what I have done.

    I skate back to my bench my teammates give me high fives as I skateover to the door my coach pats me on the back, I sit down, It’s now 4-2and I am waiting on the bench I have a sip of my water bottle it tasteas good as a cold glass of pop on the beach in Mexico.

My skate touches the rough and jagged ice and I burst down the ice hoping I will get another one goal.