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Thirty seconds left in the game. The score is all knotted up at one. I find myself playing in the second round of the state playoffs as a starting midfielder for the Nation Ford High School soccer program. It was the fifth of May when my Falcons came in as an underdog against the Dorman High School Cavaliers. I was only a sophomore at the time, which made me the youngest player on the team. This was my first season playing varsity soccer, and I am was so blessed to be a part of the team. Anyway, let’s get back to the game. It was a back-and-forth battle between the two high schools. Even with the pouring rain and roaring thunder, the game was heating up after every second ticked away. Hard tackles were being made. The referees were …show more content…
However, I have been playing soccer since I was five years old. I love playing the game. Not only is it something that I am good at, but it also fills me with joy. Every time I step onto the pitch it makes me come alive, and I become a whole new person. Tryouts for the team was the only thing that stood in my way from accomplishing my lifelong goal of becoming a varsity soccer player. I was aware that the speed of play during a JV game is elementary compared to the varsity games. For that reason, I was nervous out of my mind during tryouts because I thought for sure I would be cut. There were already ten seniors on the roster, so I knew the spots were limited. Tryouts lasted about a week, and after every night our coach would have to ruin another handful of kids’ dreams. It was a Friday night and more importantly the final night of tryouts. I was still hanging around, so I was blessed to even make it through the first four nights. I learned from a senior that there was only one roster position left with four kids still on the bubble. I knew I was one of them. Knowing that I had to play my tail off that night, I gave it everything I had. By barking orders, slide tackling for every ball, making crisp passes, I was able to play to the best of my ability. When coach blew the final whistle, I was so nervous that I could not tell if I had urinated myself, or if I was just extremely sweaty. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except for the decision on who got the eighteenth slot. If my name was not called, it meant that my performance was not enough, and I would have to wait an entire year before getting another shot at playing varsity soccer. Once I did not hear my name after sixteen players, I thought I was going to puke from anticipation. Coach continues through the list and says, “Geoff Liskoff, and finally Tyler Jarrett.” I
Youth Soccer has evolved into a fiercely competitive arena. More and more children are leaving recreational leagues to play in highly competitive select leagues. Select leagues are made up of teams, which players must tryout or be selected to play for. I had the unfortunate task of being an evaluator at such a tryout. Fifty ten-year-old boys had come out for a three day tryout in which forty five of them were placed on three teams. Cuts were made on the field and for those boys who had made a team it was a very exciting, but for the five boys who were cut it was absolutely heartbreaking. Had the children been older they might have been able to deal with the disappointment better, but for most of them it was their first real experience with public "failure". Select leagues have the potential to teach and promote important life skills such as hard work,...
“If at first you don’t succeed try , try again.” At the age of six I was starting to play football. The game was a hard hitting running and commitment. I was six years old at the time now I’m fourteen a freshman in high school a lot has changed.
It was the most competitive three days of my life, basketball tryouts. This is the first time my friends and I were trying out for a school team, we were all hyped for basketball season. I entered the tryout excited and consequently energetic. Adrenaline was pulsing through all the players bodies, there were 6 foot tall 8th graders with years of experience competing against 6th graders who have never touched a basketball before for the same spots. I was in between, I was a 6th grader that had experience along with some skill. That was also my downfall, I went in overconfident and consequently cocky. I wasn’t planning on getting cut, I walked into the tryout overwrought, nothing could stop me from being on the team.
In 2014 I was determined to make the high school soccer team. Every day at 8 am at the beginning of a dreadfully hot August morning, I would get to the turf fields for 4 hours and participate in “hell week”. After a long week, I made the JV team. I was never put into the game and felt like my hard work was put to no use. My sophomore year rolled around and I tried extra hard to impress the coaches. Anything and everything was a competition to make it to the top. By the end of the week, we all gathered around the paper that had names of the players who made it. I didn’t make the team. After tears and telling myself to move on, I went to the field hockey tryouts. I knew nothing about the sport and was terrified that soccer wasn’t my go-to
I played soccer since I was seven, as of the last few years I played at a very high level. I have represented Ohio South two times at a regional showcase, I have been invited to participate in a camp in Manchester, England and attended the camp twice. Also last Season for the Newark High School soccer team I was named first team all league and third team all central district. Soccer was the first sport I truly loved to do, I wanted to be the best. I work hours upon hours to master whatever part of the game I wanted to improve on. Soccer has taught me to have a great work ethic, and that mentality came when I was cut from the state team the first time I tried out. It was the worst thing that has ever happened to me, I was destroyed, and I thought I was not good but I knew I could do better. The next year I worked, I got bigger, stronger, faster, my soccer I.Q. was higher;therefore, overall I was a much better player. The result of that work, was that I made the team, but not only, I made the starting line up. After that I knew I could accomplish anything I put my mind to.
Sikeston girl athletes are not normally recognized for being outstanding in sports for our area. Out of all girls sports at Sikeston High School, the title of District Champions has been received only four times in history and none of them have been in girls soccer. Before this past season, girls soccer was hardly even considered a sport. Really, it was much more. Playing high school soccer taught me essential qualities that I'll need for the next chapter of my life.
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.
It was a summer of 2000 during my first year of my high school, the soccer tryouts had just been announced. I was so excited to hear about tryouts, and I couldn’t wait to start playing for my high school soccer team. I met with the soccer coach of the High School team to discuss my interest to become a part of his team. The coach was very impressed after the meeting, he told me he had never met a person that has so much ambition of playing soccer and he couldn’t wait to see me to be a part of his team. I was fully confident in myself that I would make the team and impress the coach in the first soccer tryouts, after a few days had gone by, the physical check-up form had to be filled by a family doctor, and returned before the tryouts. I rushed
Both teams are fighting for the win, only one point away, my adrenaline starts to run. I have adapted to live for the rush that comes with playing a sport. Volleyball has definitely been an outlet for me when it comes to school, family, and simply anything else. I have been on my high school volleyball team since freshman year. Although I loved playing, each year I struggled finding a balance between school and practice. I never let the struggle bring me down. I stayed committed to school and stayed on top on my assignments. I will admit there were times that i thought I couldn't do it anymore but i knew that to continue playing i needed to keep my grades up.
Once the ref blew the whistle, they lost the ball immediately. The game then stayed pretty steady for the rest of the game, with nobody scoring. Then next thing I know, the other team just scored! I asked the ref how much time was left, he then replied,
Malcolm X once said, “There is no better than adversity. Every defeat; every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance next time.” I stared closely at the scoreboard, watching the seconds count down. I grasped that I would not be playing in this game or the next, or the one following that. This season would be a learning experience, an experience that would strengthen my mind and spirit. My first year on varsity soccer was truly a challenge. I struggled for the first time in my soccer career and faced many difficult obstacles, along the way. The season began, and I was immediately labeled as a “reserve” player. I was a bench warmer and a useless substitute, who had minimal playing time.
While I was in high school, I joined the soccer team. There were 15 girls in a team. There were three girls, whose last name was Lepcha. Who think that they play better soccer then everybody in a team and they do play well but not good as they thought they were. They had started playing soccer for one or two years ago. There were two other girls, whose name was Sabina and Dilu. They were my best friends. My one friend Sabina had played soccer for quite long and she played well but she did not have an attitude as Lepcha did. My second friend was Dilu; she was not that good at soccer. It was her first time playing soccer just like me. I do not know other people who were on a soccer team but the one thing I know about them was that it was their
I figured that I had grown about five inches since my freshman year and had gotten stronger it might be time to play basketball competitively once more. When November rolled around I was on the varsity team, but unfortunately my basketball skills was not up to par. It was tough at first, because I was a new face on the team, and the guys on the team had a great chemistry that they had built up throughout the years. After a few weeks had rolled by, I realized that I would not be in the rotation.I told myself that the team’s success is more important than my personal desired statistics.I decided to make the most of my role on the team. It was a tradition for the guys who were not in the rotation to contribute to the game in some way, guys did this by preforming stunts after significant plays and momentum shifts in the game in our favor. This was great because the crowd loved and it and more importantly my teammates fed off of the
It was a chilly and calm evening when I observed my brothers and his friends play soccer. I watched them deluge with sweat as they thrust each other while dribbling the soccer ball. Witnessing their thrilling and electrifying game has emboldened my heart to yearn to play soccer. I hastily scrambled home that evening to ask my parent if I could join the school soccer team. My parent and my uncle were sitting in our living room sipping tea when I erupted through the door that I nearly asunder the whole house. I was catching my breath as I blurted out my request. My enthusiasm and my excitement were quickly obliterated by my disappointment when I heard their answer. My parent had told me to just focus on getting good grades, and on top
I 've played soccer my whole life since I was three and have loved it every single year. I played on a non-comp team for the longest time which was a bad idea coming into high school ball. When I got to high school soccer everything changed. Soccer was 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 alot to learn how to play at this new level. I worked hard through freshman, sophomore, and junior year. Then came senior year. The season came around and my coach, coach fletcher, had big expectations for me. I suffered through soccer conditioning and lost a few pounds from it. But i 'm getting ahead of myself. the spring season before school ball was my biggest nightmare. I started out the season good. had a goal. But then it happened, I broke my collarbone, again. This time was my worst time yet. I was put as foward to let our forwards have a break. I don 't usually play here. I started out the half with a few opportunities but then the perfect ball was sent over by my defender. He sent the ball over and I took off. I ran as fast as lightning after that ball. I brought my foot back to take a shot and BAM!! I got hit with a shoulder from behind. I fell and felt a snap. I broke my collar bone for the 4th time. So I had to miss out on the rest of the season that spring. I came back for school ball and