On National Day, our unit lost a volleyball match. Now the unit asks me to write a manuscript. How to write it?

Our dream - the volleyball match lost due to injury 2008-10-25 20:42

We lost in the end and fell in front of Class 9. My mother said, "There are always winners and losers in a game, let alone a competitive sport like volleyball." But I think everyone’s dreams were finally shattered at this moment, crushed by Class 9! ! !

Hong, my deskmate and main player, told me before the competition, "The grade group leader said that our class was eating soft tofu when we were drawn to Class 9." I even joked with him at that time: "If we win two games within 15 to 5, we have to decide quickly!" He also smiled and said: "No problem, it would be too embarrassing to lose to Class 9." I said: "Yes, we We still have to defend our title!”

At that time, no one thought it would end like this. At that time, everyone thought that we still had a long way to go to defend our title. At that time, I was still smiling. Fan said: "I will take the camera to take pictures when the finals are over!" At that time, we were still smiling and thought the future was bright.

I once thought whether we underestimated the enemy too much, but I think they will face it seriously in a while. I heard before that Class 9 watched us play every day and studied our tactics, but I didn’t think so: “So what, even if you learn, you’re still not as good as us! There’s not even a king!”

Leave the classroom Just a moment before the classroom, I said to Hong: "Come on! We must win!" But in the end, a scene that none of us wanted to see happened: at 15:13; 15:9, Class 9 beat Class 2, and it broke out The biggest upset since the start of the season.

At the last moment of the game, when I saw Hong kicking the ball away angrily, when I saw the tears in Jin’s eyes on the court, when I saw the desperate expressions of the students next to me, In an instant, I suddenly wanted to cry, but tears were rolling in my eyes, but they couldn't fall down.

As soon as the whistle blew, the people on the sidelines dispersed. I almost didn't dare to look at the happy faces of Class 9 people, didn't dare to listen to their excited cheers, so I ran to the stone bench where my schoolbags were placed, picked up mine and Fan's schoolbags, and left. Wu YF from Class 4 came over and asked me about the results of the competition. , I raised my face and looked at her unhappily: "Our class lost!!!" Then I turned around and left. That's the first thing I've said since the second game. I gave the schoolbag to Fan, and she took it without saying a word. I know I'm not the only one sad. Later, when I just left school, I met Zhou TS. She scolded: "Damn it, the people in Class 9 are bitches! Why don't they just copy ours!!!" I also cursed: "A bunch of bitches!! ! ! "The anger in my heart is just a little bit vented. On the way home, Fan and I had a tacit understanding and didn't say a word. We just listened to our own songs and thought about our own thoughts. I raised my head and felt the cold wind and the dark sky, and then I realized what pain was! !

I came home with a dark face, which really shocked my aunt. She asked me what was wrong, but I was not in the mood to answer, so I only said four words: "We lost." She didn't understand. When I asked, I said angrily: "Our class lost the volleyball, stop talking, or I will get angry!!!" Later, my mother came back, heard about this, and advised me: "There will always be winners and losers in the game, and more What's more, it's a competitive sport like volleyball." My aunt also said, "It's not you who is playing, so why should I be sad?" I immediately got angry and said, "Of course you don't feel it!" Damn it!!" Mom saw that I was very angry and stopped talking. Auntie looked at the embarrassing situation and tried to smooth things over with a smile: "She will only be depressed for a while, and the anger will disappear after a while." After hearing this, I thought to myself: Why can I only be depressed for a while? Damn it, I hate the people of Class 9 so much! ! !

When I went to class today, I realized that many people cried yesterday, and Dai Yan even sent a group text message guiltily: I'm sorry to everyone. After hearing this, I suddenly wanted to cry. I closed my eyes tightly and clenched my fists hard to relieve the waves surging in my heart.

In today's chemistry class, the volleyball match yesterday afternoon was mentioned for some reason. Everyone in our class burst into laughter and yelled: "Stupid Class 9!! Class 9!!" Liangliang (teacher) We were frightened. Later, when it was said that Class 9 had won, our class collectively booed. At that time, I suddenly felt very warm.

I remember a psychologist once said: "Everyone will find a group for themselves. Only with a sense of community can people not be lonely." I think this is so right. The second class is my collective, the dreams of the second class are my dreams, and the injuries of the second class are my injuries.

I think maybe the name Class 3 (2) will be particularly powerful at this time!

Postscript:

This all happened yesterday. Class 2, the favorite to win the championship, lost to Class 9 in the third-finals. All the pain and tears are frozen in yesterday. The spirit of volleyball lies in hard work. I think we will go on strong and usher in the light again! !

Today is the second game of our class. The result is that we lost. We are unwilling and unwilling to accept it.

In this volleyball match in the courtyard, the people in our class were very attentive. It can be said that no other class can do what our class does. The day before the first game, six people and some sparring partners practiced hard on the field. There were only a few people from our class in the huge volleyball field. MJ is a member, and the team is composed of four men and two women. Probably because he hasn't played for a long time, MJ's hands were bruised and swollen during practice. But still very positive. During the noon game, several boys did not go to eat after class and went directly to the volleyball court to practice. I ate in a hurry with MJ and then rushed to the competition venue. We were very happy to win this game, and all six of us cooperated very well, especially the main attacker in our class who was really strong. He destroyed the opponent's first pass with several consecutive balls, so it was easy to win.

But today we seem to have bad luck. One of the main players was sick the day before and was unable to play. The weather was so hot that it stung everyone's eyes. At the beginning of the game, they were stronger than the team from last week, but not as strong as we thought. Moreover, their serve was not very hard and they could catch the pass easily. But we didn't play well, especially when several balls that could have been hit were saved by the opponent. A few good shots were accidentally hit out of bounds. Really upset. My mentality is not very good, and I am a little anxious. As a result, several movements changed, and naturally the performance was not good. Just like that, our class lost. There are few classes that are as united as ours. There are many people coming to see it, and only one of our classes is shouting slogans. But the fact is still cruel. If you lose, you lose. There is nothing to say.

We are not willing to give in. Reluctance means hope! 16:19:32

Just change it yourself and you’ll be good to go! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !