Рассказ про спорт на английском языке (15 предложений)

I never cared much for sports until a rainy Saturday when my neighbor dragged me to the local gym.
The basketball court smelled like rubber and determination.
A pickup game was starting, and I joined mostly to avoid being the only spectator.
The first pass slipped through my fingers, and laughter bounced off the walls.
Embarrassed, I stayed anyway and watched how the better players moved like chess pieces with sneakers.
That night I looked up basic drills and promised myself ten minutes of practice a day.
Ten minutes became thirty, then an hour, and soon my phone timer felt like a whistle.
A month later I could dribble without staring at the floor, and my shot stopped sounding like a hollow thud.
More surprising, I started sleeping better and craving salads instead of soda.
The pickup crew noticed too, and one guy nicknamed me “Backboard Poet” because my bank shots finally had rhythm.
We entered a community tournament, a dusty bracket taped to a cafeteria wall like a treasure map.
In the semifinal I missed two free throws and wanted to disappear into my hoodie.
Our captain patted my shoulder and said, “We chase the next play, not the last one,” and I breathed again.
When the final buzzer came, we were champions by three points, and I had hit the go-ahead jumper with thirty seconds left.
I went home with a cheap medal and a new truth: sport is the classroom where my body teaches my mind to stay.