Soccer Descriptive Essay

My exhaustion on the field came to the point where it could no longer be triumphed by simple motivation. The point of our workouts was to push our bodies, but I was afraid I would push too far—my first and only practice ended in hysterical tears. I had played and loved the game of soccer since the age of five, but I finally had to evaluate the toll it took on my mental and physical health. I felt isolated and did not think I could talk about my condition; it was not visible, like a broken leg or a sprained ankle. While my coaches, teammates, and parents appeared to support me, I felt an underlying pressure to do whatever was necessary to press

One lovely afternoon I was at my indoor soccer game. I was in an indoor league with some of my friends and we were tearing every team we played. That day we were going to play against an academy team, which have very good players.I had arrived about two minutes before the game. I was pretty late because I had gone to go eat before with my brother. So because of that I didn’t start and I wasn’t warmed up either. Nathan, my coach was like “Hey man did you go sew your clothes?,” in a jokingly was because I was late. The game had begun now and it was already intense. It was back to back If I do say so. The first half was an exciting one as it was all tied up two to two. I had played about half of the half. Now came the second half, and later on I went on the pitch. Some kid and I jumped up into the air to win the ball. We both did, and when I fell down, I guess I landed on my hand the wrong way. I felt a sudden pain on my hand. My wrist was all jacked up. It was horrendous as I looked down at my hair in shock as It looked like the top of mountains.I couldn’t feel my hand, It hurt quite a lot when i attempted to move it. My teammates, the opponents, my coach, the referee, and my brother all gathered around me to see what had happened. I wasn’t crying or anything but I sure wanted to. Actually I really did haha. My brother questioned “ oh dang man, you good?,” and well I just looked at him in pain, I didn’t know what to say. When the ambulance arrived at the

My eyes flutter open to my alarm clock, which is sounding off the noise that tells me it is time to get ready. I jump out of bed, forgetting the ridiculously early time. I throw on my uniform, toss my hair up into a ponytail, and hurry down the stairs to get my water bottle ready. My stomach is in knots and my heart is racing. I force myself to take a few bites of an apple, but thats all I can stomach at the moment. My dad ready to go every Saturday, no matter the time. He has been at every soccer game since I was five years old. When we arrive at the field I run over to my coach, eager to start the game. The air is crisp and cool as it blows across my face. The grass glistens with early morning dew. As I run arose the field, I think there

“I’m the best in the game,” said my seven year old self. I’ve played soccer for most of my life and was in the car on the way to a game. That day was foggy and wet; our

“McClure, you are a waste of oxygen and life”, my verbally abusive coach spit from him flaming mouth one last time as I walked out of his office. I was numb, and in shock, but relaxed, oddly feeling at peace with myself and my decision. Soccer had brought so much confidence, passion, work ethic, and pure joy to my life, it was something so stable and rewarding for 15 years. 15 years of endless passion enwrapped in pain and sweat, accompanied by life lessons I could not have gone on without, yet within 2 years, this wonderful aspect of my existence collapsed.

Time to make the trek to another soccer game that is three hours away. Heading down the highway, I dose off and enter the world that is ever changing. I awaken to the sounds of screeching brakes and a current of wind that passes across my face. We have arrived at the field. Fast-forward, it's getting closer to game time and little do I know I'm about to play every position in the next ninety minutes.

Soccer. fast moving, strategy, competitive, I loved those aspects in the game. In the month of March, when all the soccer tryouts began, I decided to try out for an older team which was 2 years older-my brother's team- just for fun. I went out on the day of the trial and surprisingly, I made the team. Feeling as if I had won the million dollar lottery, filled with excitement, on the side with fear because there were boys who were enormous and strong on my team. The only reason they were bigger, because I was 2 years younger.

“Many people say I’m the best women's soccer player in the world. I don’t think so and because of that, someday, I just might be.” (Mia Hamm 3). In the book, Go for the Goal by Mia Hamm, the author talks about her experiences, and she educates the reader about the different elements of soccer. Her goal from the book is to get across to athletes and soccer players, so they can improve and have great futures. To help the reader analyze the text, Mia Hamm divides the book into three different parts, The Game within the Game, On the Field, and The Complete Player. All sections of the book has literary themes that complement each, empowerment, motivation, and wisdom of experience.

The scene is set. It’s the last quarter and the star player is lined up for the kick. This is it; the deciding factor win or lose, triumph or defeat. Tension thrums through the crowd, hearts pound in throats, hands are clenched in anticipation, fear, hope. Then the kick is made, eyes strain and throats gasp as the ball sails through the air straight between the goal posts. All around the stadium and at home in front of the T.V. people erupt into screams and cheers of exultation. Strangers clap each other’s back and congratulate each other while behind them others howl in misery. They try to console each other and sigh, knowing that despite the hardships they suffered with grit and determination they had failed this time. Still there is always next season….

I was so excited to be a normal kid again. In fact, I was so thrilled, that I didn't even think about soccer. When fall crept up, sign up time was beginning. I had always played soccer, so my parents, instinctively, signed me up. I was willing to play, but for a while, it wasn't the same. I was in a competitive league now and on a new team. I didn't know anyone. September inched by, with me dreading each practice. At the first game, something switched for me. As the ball rested at my feet, I felt the feeling. Ball at my feet, wind in my hair. That feeling is excitement, it´s hope, determination. That feeling is never giving up on your dreams. I knew I was slower, weaker, and way behind everyone else, but I wasn't about to let that stop me. Months of training and skill work later, I was back, but with a new mindset of determination and hard

People have always loved to play games. The human race has created hundreds of thousands of games to entertain themselves and to compete with one another. The most beloved games are those of physical sports. One of these sports, that has become a worldwide phenomenon, is the game soccer. The entire world gathers every four years to send out their best team, and to see which country is the ultimate champion. To play the game of soccer, there needs to be referees to ensure that the players are safe and are following the rules. Though this was once a highly respected position, in Virginia, working as a referee is no longer worth the time, due to a lack of respect, no support system, and the constant variations and changes to the rules.

Sweat dripped down my body while running as fast as I could. Two barriers stood in my way and one keeping me from retreat along side me. I made the choice of a lifetime one that would end me or get me to the next level. While sprinting with the speed and agility of a Gazelle, I cut to the right then back to the left I was more than half the field away. The new messi ball dribbled by my feet moved by passion. I was already prepared for what I would do next swinging my leg back building up enough power to kick the ball even a brick wall wouldn’t be able to stop it. As my foot came back from behind me it touched the ball with such sheer force it looked as if my foot particlized into the ball. The ball glided through the air across the field and into the top left corner of the net. This was the game of my life. A battle to remember and a fight for respect only one team could come out on top, it's a game that leaves you speechless and passionate this game is soccer.

Soccer. When most people think about an "outdoor adventure", this is probably not the type of sport that pops up in their heads. It is a worldwide sport which requires practitioners with strong psyche and well trained bodies. Furthermore, a positive attitude, endurance, and fighting spirit are important characters to show if you want to survive within the world of soccer. This is not only about a sport; it is about a lifestyle. It is not only about kicking a ball from one side of a field to another, it is about creating a bond between people.

“Call 911! Someone? Anyone? Please call 911!” Those were the last words I remember hearing on that hot, April day. The blazing sun was at its peak position at high noon and was striking down on my already beat red face. The dry, wilted grass lay under a freshly painted soccer field. This field was to be an immensely important and life changing symbol for my team and I, as we fought for our first place trophy and a state championship. As the starting whistle blew, the game quickly spiraled into a belligerent battle. Players went head to head, scoring goals one after the other until the score was tied 5-5. Bone-tired, the clock ticked closer and closer to half time.

To say I was a bad soccer player would be an understatement; I was the worst on the team. Though I had played the game for five years, I had never scored a single goal, let alone made MVP. My teammates playfully called me, ‘Yawn-Jon’ because of the lethargic incoordination of my movements, little did they know, my sluggishness was only half due to my tiredness and half due to the fact that I would’ve rather be playing FIFA 2005 than the real thing. Nonetheless, I continued to play because I wanted to be like my brother, a star athlete, and more importantly, to gain the approval of my father.