The school festival "Phu Dong Sport" of my school held on Sunday last week was very exciting. From football, badminton, running relay to shuttlecock, tug of war ... all take place with the participation of typical athletes of each class. I'm in the tug team of class 8A. After the qualifying round, the organizers announced the two teams to reach the finals to win the first and second prizes. My team 8A and team 8D came to the final. Each team consists of ten people. I am the leader of the 8A team, because my classmates often call me "locomotive". The struggle between the two teams lasted five minutes, not yet defeated. At this time, I felt my hands hurt. Just a little loose is a failure. I gritted my teeth and put all my strength into my legs and hands. Bracing myself, pressing my feet down on the ground, I suddenly yanked one. Seemingly unable to endure the sudden jerking, the entire 8D team was knocked over, sliding over the boundary line, overlapping each other. Your cheering screams exploded, resounding throughout the school yard. The victory belongs to team 8A.