Since 1863 when the first ever professional soccer game was played in London, soccer has become the most played and watched sport throughout the world. The game is played by two teams with eleven players on each side. Each team has a goalkeeper, who is the only player on the field who is able to use their hands. The objective is to kick the ball in the other team's net. The game lasts ninety minutes in total and the winner is whoever scored the most goals. I have been playing this game for as long as I can remember, and soccer is much more than just a game to me, it is my life. From the countless hours I spent training and running, to the numerous games I spent playing, to the hours upon hours I spent with my teammates, Soccer is my life. …show more content…
I later found out that I was on a team full of all of my bestfriends. When we started practicing I started to really get a feel for what soccer really meant. At this time it meant having fun, the team didn't care about winning or losing. We played ten games in a single season and at the end of the season there was a tournament for the top 8 teams to play and find out who is the most skilled. We played the first 3 games and went undefeated, then we played the semis, and eventually we went on to play in the finals. We ended up winning the last game by a goal the in the last couple minutes of the game, and we took home a trophy that was almost as big as me at that time. That was my first ever season playing competitive soccer, was such a blast and a memory I will never …show more content…
High school soccer and club soccer are two very different subjects. The biggest difference playing guys 3 years older than you. Club soccer only allows kids born in the same year to play each other. I was afraid of playing high school soccer because I thought I would be too small, but I tried out anyways. When I got to tryouts everyone was in their own circles passing the ball around. From just walking out there I felt outlandish. Soccer wasn’t the same I thought, soccer was about making new friends and bonding, but everyone kept to themselves. A week later when the results were posted on the window I ended up making junior varsity. On the very first practice, I shot the ball and accidentally hit the coach. I ran laps for the rest of practice and thought that I hated soccer and I was done with it. Things were off to a pretty rough start, but eventually the coach and I got along. Once our team started becoming better friends with each other and stopped being so timid, we started playing better. Our team was extraordinarily good for a j.v. team and won almost every game we played. Our team was a well rounded handful of kids and the memories we made will stick with me for the rest of my
I have not and will never forget those series of events. This time hurt me but also helped build upon my character. It was my freshman year of high school. I had decided to play soccer, which was not a hard decision for me since I had played travel soccer pretty much my whole life. Also my brother was in high school at the time and played for the boys soccer team, and had my dad as his coach. He loved it and was having a great experience playing high school soccer so of course I like to follow in my brother’s footsteps. I was very nervous at first. There were over eleven seniors on the team, and they were pretty intimidating to me. During the summer, I played with the varsity often and enjoyed it. As I kept playing with them and performing well, my nerves lessened. Finally when the actual season rolled around, I was put on full varsity. All my hard work had paid off. I was one of the two freshman put on varsity. I was ecstatic. I was actually very lucky at getting put on varsity because at this point in my life I played purely out of natural talent. I was never one to put in extra work outside of practice and be disciplined in the way I lived my life. I never really strived to be the best I could be. Making varsity made me somewhat of a threat for the older girls. Some were happy for me, others did not like the thought of a freshman on varsity. These girls were hard coore they were bound and determined to make it to state that year. They were not going to accept anything less than amazing. This put an incredible amount of pressure on us younger girls. I remember going to every practice nervous that I was going to mess up and they get mad at me. I never really felt at ease with them. In the first few games I got good playing time. I was doing really well. I was finally getting comfortable out there on the field, but that was not the direction God was taking me and with one swift kick of the soccer
Lush, green grass began to massage my bare feet. Sunshine beamed off the clean, white goal posts. With my cleats in my hands, ball in my bag, and my freshly washed shirt, only one thing came to mind: soccer. The sport I love and have devoted the past three years was evolving. Many of my friends were shifting from recreational to club soccer. After three years of recreational soccer, I decided to take my game to the next level and tryout for club soccer. Eager to showcase my skills, I stood on the field bearing confidence. Before tryouts began, my thoughts solely consisted of playing club soccer with my friends. I thought little about tryout preparation, because I didn’t know what to expect. No one gave me information about how to perform well
Growing up, sports never seemed to be my expertise. Dancing my youth away, I never imagined to show passion for such an intrusive contact sport. My friends continued to nag at me saying “You have to try out for the soccer team.” My first year of middle school I stepped out onto the field. Occasionally forgetting to breathe,I focused right on the ball. I started to think to myself that I could get used to this. I mean how bad could it be? What I didn’t realize was I did not have much soccer skills under my belt, but making the team already was an accomplishment. I respected the captains when they talked, and I tried, day after day, to pick up the skills they possessed.
A place where I feel perfectly content is on the football field. This is the place for me because when I am here it is just me and 10 of my "teammates" working together to achieve a common goal, to win. Being under the lights on Friday night with a whole town watching you is just an unearthly feeling. When I step onto the field it's more than just a game or a hobby it's a place to channel everything from that day, week, or even month to just come out not as a raw emotion but as aggression. I don't hear the crowd's roars or the referee's whistle, but just the sound of the quarterback as he says the cadence and the sounds of pads clashing together. The moment that the ball moves from the line is an opportunity to get further down the field to the end zone, closer to the goal of winning and taking the pride of being the better team, more prepared, and more aggressive on the field, and even being more disciplined off the field.
I had to play in a position I had never played before which was a fullback and our first couple games I had to learn how to play it. I never would’ve thought I would enjoy playing soccer as much as I do now. Before I played soccer I was never a big fan of it until I actually played it. Soccer has changed me in a positive way because it taught me a lot of important life lessons. I will never forget these life lessons that soccer has taught me. They have shaped me into the person I am today. Soccer has taught me sportsmanship, hard work, confidence, teamwork, dedication, and commitment. Being on the soccer team also has some negative things. Sometimes our team would not agree on something and would end up in an argument. It taught me how to work things out with my teammates and get along with them. Also being on the team means you have a chance at making new friends. Throughout my experience of being on the team, I had some struggles. Whenever I was on the field and missed a chance at making a goal, I would get upset after the game. So my family and friends would motivate me and tell me I could get more chances at getting better. One of my biggest supporters was my cousin. He was a soccer player for 4 years for Dunmore and he always supported
In 8th grade, I was selected to play on the varsity soccer team. We didn’t have the best team, and back then, I thought I was the best player on the team since I have been playing all my life. I tried winning games by myself by not passing the ball very often. Several of the people on the team, have never played soccer before. We only won three games and didn’t make the tournament. I thought the whole entire Summer on how we could win the championship. I wanted to win more than anything because I’ve been playing for 10 years and I’ve never won a championship. The next season came, and I was more ready than ever. I worked so hard and made sure all my teammates got involved because I started to notice that the team as a whole was playing better.
As I get older I'm starting to realize I am not satisfied with many things that for some it may be a good achievement.I feel that I always should be pushing myself for bigger and more because just like any other I can. If someone gets better than me at something I feel that I have to show that I can do it just as good or even better. Especially anything having to do with fitness or sports I tend to get really competiitive about because they do mean alot to me.I started playing soccer about 3 years ago I will be honest I did not know how to play soccer I didn’t even know the basics i man besides getting the ball into the net,other than that I had no clue.I rememebr the first practice our coach Casey which is my favorite coach out of the 3 years
Even though I cried after every game because I wasn’t good enough and in practice always crossed the finish line last I still somehow loved the game. It wasn't the only game I loved though; I also loved soccer. After I kept the benches warm 6th grade year I decided I was going to work hard. I started running a mile at least once a week. Which turned into two miles after I filled a few buckets of sweat after a couple weeks. I had convinced my uncle to let me be a substitute on his indoor soccer team since I already missed tryouts.
My love for sports and a strong thirst for knowledge is how I’ve lived my life to this point. At a young age, I began playing football and that sparked my competitive nature which has carried over to my academic life. Playing sports has not only sparked my competitive nature but also formed my leadership skills. Parents and teachers have told me numerous times that I am a great role model and younger kids look up to me;
It was Definitely different, but soccer kept my mind of things. This week was tryouts. I put everything I had into making varsity, from being first to finish the 2 mile run to winning the juggling contest. This is all I wanted. Then the moment was happening, where all my hard work would just come down to one answer. Coach told me, “Eliza you are a very good player and the hardest worker I’ve ever met. You are pretty small, and we want to get you stronger this year.” My heart sank, was it going to be JV? Was I not good enough? It was then coach said, “This is why we want you on the FHS varsity team.” I couldn’t believe it, My throat got clogged and my eyes grew wide with tears. As I hugged both head and assistant coach, I ran of the field feeling as if I am on top of the world. I hugged my best friend who told me, “I knew you could do it.”
A loving, caring, silly, determined, and God fearing guy is who I am. I’m very family oriented and would do anything I can to help. I love to have fun like the next person and I understand when it’s time to be serious. Football has been a part of my life since I was a tenth grader. Know who you are.
Finally when I was about eight years old my dad thought I was ready to join an actual team so he signed me up for the Recreational Department in Fruitland. And on my first day of practice I was so nervous because I didn’t know anyone on the team I was from Payette and mostly all of my teammates were from Fruitland. At first I thinking that soccer wasn’t going to be my sport and I wanted to go home but I didn’t. I actually knew a lot more than my other teammates but I knew that I still had a lot more to
All any of us worried about was soccer, and the game. But, then we started junior high and everything changed. Our friend groups changed, our bodies, how serious we took school, even how we acted at practice
From six years soccer has been around. At seven years old I don’t need a city league team. My coach being my cross the street neighbor. His name was Alex it was his senior year in high school and a very close family friend. He took me under his wing and help me with soccer from emotionally to physically. Our team was called the red team. This being the first team I was ever in. This phone this was the start of a journey that made me who I am now. The soccer season went by fast and soccer still was just a sport and a way to not gain weight as I worried when I was younger. At the end of the season we ended up being first and winning the championship, I ended the season with three goals. The new soccer season was rolling aroundand it was Getting to the end of the mice I can grade year. The papers were handed out to join the city City league again. I
From six years soccer has been around. At seven years old I don’t need a city league team. My coach is my cross the street neighbor. His name was Alex it was his senior year in high school and a very close family friend. He took me under his wing and help me with soccer from emotionally to physically. Our team was called the red team. This being the first team I was ever in. This phone this was the start of a journey that made me who I am now. The soccer season went by fast and soccer still was just a sport and a way to not gain weight as I worried when I was younger. At the end of the season we ended up being first and winning the championship, I ended the season with three goals.