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Tounment My stomach was turning, because I was very excited. The first day of my recreational soccer team’s first out of town tournament. The day was sunny, hot, and stirring with commotion. The Bandits were going to play some soccer. Saturday morning everyone on my soccer team met in the lobby of the Marriott in Beaumont. We piled into cars and headed to the soccer fields. We arrived and Coach Tim went to check us in. My team and I were standing around passing the ball, when Coach Tim walked over to us he had signed us up to late. We were all sad and thought we would have to go home, when the tournament director walked over to us and told us we could still play. He also told us that the only opening was in the under eight boys bracket. My team and I all agreed that we would: first of all, we were seven years old; and second of all; we wanted to play, not go home. So, there we were standing around waiting for our new Schedule to be delivered. When it was delivered we had to walk over to our first game. We ran onto the field and began game, ball, tournament, team, play, first, walked, told, time, soccer, rest, over, never, go, field, town, tim, standing, shot, ran, onto, one, home, delivered, coach, began, around, years, year, won, winning, whole, whistle, warm-ups, wanted