When I was in grade 3, we had a PE teacher who loved soccer. So every PE lesson, we played soccer. That was it. Now you have to understand that I'm not athletic at all. I never have been. I never played sports, never wanted to, and so of course I hated soccer. Sorry to people who like soccer, I don’t mind watching it though. My understanding of the rules was limited to; don't use your hands and get the ball in the goal. That remains my understanding today, which shows you how much I've progressed in sports; not at all. My idea of playing soccer was to run with the rest of the kids and hope no one kicked the ball in my direction. One day we were playing soccer and I was in my usual place on the corners of the oval. All of a sudden, there was the ball. Right in front of me! …show more content…
Now I could have done my usual trick of quickly kicking the ball in the general direction to the front of the crowd, where the kids who knew what they were doing were, but suddenly dreams of being a soccer hero sprang up unexpectedly.
Hey don’t judge I was a little kid. I didn’t actually kick the ball back into the crowd. I decided I was going to kick that ball all the way to the goal and win us the game. It’s another thing that I wasn't even sure of the score. Off I went. Things went smoothly. I was at the head of everyone else, heading towards the goal! No one was near me! No one could catch me! Soon I would score! No one was near me. I slowed down and looked
around. Wait no one was near me? Common sense broke into my brain and quietly reminded me that not only was I NOT a very fast runner, I wasn't a particularly adept ball handler, either. My one minute dream of being a soccer star went down the drain. The rest of the kids were on the other side of the field, playing with the REAL ball. I quickly realised I must have run across an unused ball near the sidelines. There I was, by myself, like an absolute idiot, kicking a dead ball towards the goal, where the goalie was watching me strangely. God I was so embarrassed. Had a miniature heart attack to be honest. I quickly kicked the ball off to the sidelines and ran to catch up to the ball, taking my place on the corner once more, once more hoping no one would kick the ball to me. That was the first, last, and only time I wanted to be a sports star. Never made that mistake again.
I remember my dad always watching soccer news every night before going to bed. All my family loves soccer, we have this tradition that when a Mexican team plays we all get together to watch the game at my mom’s house. I think that’s what makes me love soccer as much as I do. Playing soccer also helps me to relax and to be confident when I have stress or after a long day at work. It's not just about kicking the ball or scoring
From an early age I always knew I would be playing soccer my whole life. My dad showed me the ropes of how to play and got me interested right away. By the age of three I had started playing, and to this day I have not stopped. Soccer has been a huge part of my life and I don’t know where I would be today if I never played. I met some amazing people playing soccer including my coaches who encouraged me and told me never to give up as well as my teammates who became my friends and were always there for me.
I started playing soccer when I was four years old. At the time I had a lot of problems. To name a few, I was bad at working with others, I was a sore loser, and I did not handle pain or disappointment well. When I started to play soccer I had a low self esteem and was terribly shy. Going up and talking to people was not on my list of things to do. This made it pretty hard for me to fit in with all the other kids and make friends. It was hard to enjoy playing soccer when I felt as though I had no friends on the team. My parents noticed my dislike in the sport, but urged me to keep playing anyway.
Scorching sun, dry air, chasing after a simple ball. The sport of soccer is an action that has caused a major influence on my identity. The simple, but thrilling sport was introduced to me when I was 6 years old, and since its introduction it has influenced me in many ways.
One incident that happened to me that change how I thought about sports was when I first started playing soccer. It all started when my mom said that I should join a sport to get me more active. It took me awhile to choose soccer at first because there were so many sports to choose from. I told my mom I wanted to play soccer. She signed me up to play for a non competitive league (GYSA) so I can learn the basics of the sport. She also told me to play I would have to maintain good grades. After hearing that i always tried my best in soccer and school.
We made two groups, one group was wearing green T-shirt and another group was wearing blue T-shirt. Each team had eight players. I was in a Lepcha team and our T-shirt color was blue. We started to play soccer, the ball came to my feet but I accidentally passed the ball to the opposite opponent. The Lepcha yelled at me and said if u do not know how to play soccer then why you are here. I know that I do not know how to play soccer well because it was my first time and it was not even a real game. I got so mad and angry but still I stay claim and did not say anything to
Growing up in El Salvador, soccer was a sport that significantly impacted my childhood. My cousins and uncles taught me how to play soccer, as well as various techniques that would later benefit me on the soccer field. At the age of seven I started to play for one of most well-known soccer clubs in El Salvador. Practicing twenty three hours a week was really paying off, as I could see in my medal and trophy gain. Not only did they represent my accomplishments, but they also gave joy to my teammates, community, and family because they were the people who encouraged me to give my best. Playing soccer was also a way to release stress because when my family was going through hardships, it was easier for me to let all of my negative energy on the
Soccer has always been a part of my life since I was four years old, it has also been in my family for a very long time. My father played soccer all his life and also in college, the same thing goes for my sister she also played in college. So soccer is in my blood and because of that reason and because I have been playing since I was four years old it has taught me some very important lessons that will benefit me greatly through the rest of my life.
I've recently came to the realization that plying full time soccer from when I was 5 years old to now has put a toll on my body.
I have constantly loved soccer since the day I began playing in California for my youth soccer group.I had never followed it much and just knew how to play until I moved to India. In America soccer is not that prevalent a game compared to Baseball and American Football however around the globe it is the most famous game on the planet. I have always played football however I had never followed it until I was 14 and that touched off an enthusiasm in me like nothing else.
Soccer has proven to be a notable sport throughout the years, starting with its unique history. Soccer began all over the world, tracing back thousands of years. The Chinese, Japanese, Italian, Ancient Greek, Persian, Vikings, as well as other nationalities all played a form of the game soccer. In China and Rome, games that were similar to soccer were played around 200 B.C. Helmer and Owens, 5. People believe that soccer started more than a thousand years ago when villagers killed attacking pirates by cutting off their heads and kicking them around (Helmer and Owens, 5).
I was always taught that soccer was to be about the love of the game and that it should be fun. Unfortunately, I faced many obstacles that I needed to overcome before I could truly love the game for what it was worth. I grew and continued to love the game, knowing little at the time of the obstacles I would be faced with, and would need to overcome. My struggles with soccer began early in my life. I was an average player, who had a drive to succeed and go far.
I really can’t pinpoint the time in my life when I became a soccer fan. But, I remember at a very young age watching soccer games with my father and his friends in the village that we were in. We didn’t have much, but we were one of the few families that had television in the village, and that means that whenever there’s a soccer game on tv, a lot of people will come to our place to watch the game. Soccer was all everybody talk about in terms of sports, and to be honest I didn’t know other sport existed apart from soccer until we moved to the United States. So growing up, all I hear about when it comes to sports is soccer. The boys would talk about it and play it bare foot on the playground, my father and his age mates and up will not stop talking about it, and most women, if not all, will bring
Finally, we have reached the age to play sports, but what sport would be the best? Many kids turn to baseball and football because these are America’s past time sport, but there is always a select few that choose soccer. Why, because their parents force them to play. Soccer, in a parents point of view, is seen as a safe exercise sport, you can make friends and most important, get outside. At such a young age, kids have never been the best at following directions, which leads to chaos on the field. Kids swarm around the ball wishing for the chance to kick the ball a couple of times. In all truth, “Kids don't grow up wanting to watch tag on TV, or be a professional tag player, and that's really how most kids who play it view soccer. It's fun, its outdoors and it involves running around, but that's about it” (Emen). Besides the fact of parents forcing soccer down the kids throat, they get the image that soccer will forever be a disorganized sport, which in all truth can be at some points. The main reason for this is because in America, we were never taught how to play s...
When I got to high school soccer, everything changed. Soccer is so much different. I remember my first game, first play, i had the ball I got hit and i looked at my dad and he kinda shrugged. It took a lot to learn how to play at this new level. I worked hard through freshman, sophomore, and junior years.