I hate my chico
So when I wrote about my fantastic soccer skills apperantly I was the only one who felt that way. When I went to the tournament in Arizona over presidents day, I was sad because I didn't start, or get as much playing time as I wanted. I promised myself after the tournament that for the next tournament I would be a starter, and get lots of paying time. I knew that I was a good player, and if I worked really hard, my playing time was something that I had control. I could work up to being a starter, so that is exactly what I did. Every practice I worked really hard, and I was playing really good. I was making great forward runs, great crosses, I was doing moves, and my defense was great. When our regular duke city started I started the first game, and I played great! I was very proud of myself. The next game I also started. I played so good I almost scored twice, my second goal attempt was a complete foul, and I would have scored. Then we play fort lewis, a college team, I started that game, and scored! It wasn't a fluke or a lucky shot, it was good. So I get on the plane to San Diego thinking that I did it, I worked my way back from my injury to a starting spot. I thought that even if for some reason I didn't start I would get much more playing time, besides for the first game one of our wingers wouldn't be there, so there was no way I wouldn't start. Boy was I suprised when not only did I not start, but the girl who did start in my place wasn't even a winger, she was a forwared. At the end of the first half I went in for five minutes, then got pulled. I don't even know why because the ball hadn't even come to my side, I didn't have time to play bad. The last game we played, I thought fine he isn't going to play me much, but when he does I am going to go in and tear it up. Well I couldn't even do that because I didn't go in at all. That is right he didn't play me a single minute. Me and Amanda who is also a winger didn't get to play at all the entire tournament. And at the end of the game when there was five minutes left he tells Heather who is a center mid, not a forward to go in at wing. We have two wingers on the bench who have not seen the field the entire tournament and he sends in a girl who has played all the minutes into our positions. I don't even know why, I had been playing great, and starting. Suddenly he just doesn't put us in. It was horrible. At the end of the game you just get this sinking feeling because you haven't gone in yet. At the end of the game both of us were in tears crying, and he didn't say a single thing to us, nothing, and he still hasn't. Words cannot describe how much I hate chico right now. This is one of our last tournaments ever as a team and he lets two players just sit the bench without even saying why, he completly ignored us. Not only that, but I had to pay money for this tournament, to fly to san diego. I paid a lot of money to sit the bench. There was no point in me going at all, and still he has not said a single thing to me, why I didn't play, or what I need to do to play more, nothing. It is like he just forgot I am on the team. I hate hate hate hate chico. And I hate that he made me question my soccer skills. I know I am a good player, and he is making me feel like I am not, like if I had gone into the game I would cause the team to loose. I hate him. I hate everything I am so upset with this terrible world. Soccer was supposed to be my only escape, and now it sucks and I don't want to play anymore. People suck.