One of my favorite maxims

On a Sunday night, I was eating and watching the football match. The wonderful running position, the wonderful passing and the extraordinary, let me deeply indulge in it. Yes, that is what I have been yearning for - Barcelona. At this time, this team is competing with a strong enemy.

However, how sad the score can make me happy - 2:2. There are still five minutes away from the game, but the score is still tightly bitten together and can not be won. My heart is so nervous that I want to make the Barcelona team win.

There are still two minutes, one minute... At this moment, my heart feels like it will come out. Because Barcelona's smashing ball with the ball into the opponent's restricted area. Five seconds, four seconds... I saw a beautiful shot, ah! The ball is in! "Drips -." The audience was boiling, too exciting, and in the last second, Barcelona scored a goal with a beautiful arc.

Until the next day, I have been relishing the wonderful arc ball. Finally, I couldn't help myself, came to the stadium with my beloved football and dad, and began to practice the beautiful arc ball.

I put the ball on the penalty spot first, back two steps, slammed a run and kicked the ball out. As a result, the footwork was very good and very strong, but the ball flew straight out and there was no arc. cough! I think that everything is difficult at the beginning, and no one can play so well. So, I am not discouraged, I will return the ball and continue to practice.

It has been a problem to play a few times in a row. It is very powerful. There is no arc and no beauty. I still have no discouragement, continue to pick up the ball, play the ball, and adjust the contact points between the foot and the ball from time to time. But this football seems to have a heart to be against me. No matter how I change the pattern to kick it, it just doesn't come to the arc.

Soon I was so tired and panting, and my patience slowly disappeared. I started to kick up without a little Zhang, so I couldn't even make a beautiful arc ball. Tired and impatient, I was sitting on the ball with a gasping gasp and began to recall the movements of the players on the TV.

Suddenly, I was stunned, and I figured out the way - the strength of playing the ball is not too big, and the middle and lower parts of the ball are to be played. I said how old can't be kicked, the original method is wrong, the ball's force is not right, how can it fly a beautiful arc?

I looked at the ball on the ground and went down. Wow, although it was a small arc, it finally had the meaning of an arc. I came to the spirit all of a sudden, then one foot, two feet..... I found that the arc I kicked out became more and more beautiful. In this way, I don’t know how long I have been practicing, and I can finally play a beautiful arc ball!

I know that this beautiful arc is like the rainbow that has experienced countless failures, especially beautiful!