Soccer has given me the ability to have a competitive drive in anything I want to do and strive in the best way I can. When I was 10, I was in a league called NYS or National Youth Sports, this league basically is what every kid in the Las Vegas Valley played in and at least until middle school. The first sport I truly fell in love with was soccer. I always watched it growing up with my family whether it was the World Cup, Euro League on Saturdays just to watch something, or at my grandpas’ house when the Chivas would play. I got put in the spring league for my first season, coached by my older brother and my dad. I still had to try for my center forward position, practice was very easy for the first few weeks. We started with conditioning, …show more content…
Our practice field was a park my brother used to play in, and the grass was perfect. On the other side of the park, you can hear baseball practices, and Thursdays, you can hear football practices too, so it is a popular park. The first couple times we started doing drills it was free kicks and corner kicks, there was a kid named Felipe who could always hit the top 90 so we had him the designated free kick taker. There was a need for a consistent corner taker, and I threw my hat in the circle because I knew I was accurate enough to hit my teammates on the dot. I’m glad I did take those corners, I got so good that I could score from the corner with enough curl and my dad and teammates couldn’t believe it. So, it was settled I was on corners and Felipe had free kicks covered. Now its game day and what would happen on our first game as the Red Devils would make the fire come out of me like I haven’t seen in myself before. Kickoff began, we followed our formation and began to pass outside and inside mimicking the tiki taka pros Barcelona FC, my brother being a Real Madrid fan clashed with this, but I …show more content…
It was the time we had all practiced for the role I claimed for this team. “CORNER,” was yelled from my brother, I asked for the ball from the referee and proceeded to put the ball down my preferred spot. Everything was still for a moment, the breeze was to my back meaning I didn’t have to give it all my power, waiting for the whistle I had already picked out Felipe in the crowd of jerseys. The whistle blows, I put a finger up to signal the movement from the set piece, and I launch the ball in the air, it has a nice spin and leaping out the bunch was Felipe. Caught on the right side of his head a beautiful connection he put it away bottom right net.GOAL! That moment of euphoria hits when you score a goal, and it doubles when you score one orchestrated as such. We went wild, it took 5 minutes to get us back to our starting positions, but nonetheless ecstatic and on top of that I went on to get a couple more goals and another assist, our season was starting off
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.
After four years of a new team every season, I went into my first practice of my fifth soccer season expecting the same to be true. Play on this team for one year and then be randomly placed on a different one the following year. Little did I know this team, especially the coaches, would leave a lasting impact on my life. I gained an invaluable support system that has stuck by my side for an upwards of nine years.
I had really wanted to play soccer on a team since I was five. I had and still do watch videos on YouTube of good players playing to get inspiration. I then tried it myself, and got good at it. All of that practice led up to that moment. The ref then blew the whistle right after everyone got onto the field. The game was off and I was really confident that my team would win. I tried my best to make it seem easy, so I would do better. My mindset is mainly what helped me do better. I was playing a position called “center forward,” which is basically the most important position besides goalie. Soon the ball got to my team’s goalie, so I started running upfield for the ball. Just as I was about to pass the other team’s defense, I then yelled, “here!” I then got the ball and it was just me and the other team’s goalie. I then dribbled closer to the goal. I first did a fake shot and made the goalie fall, then I nailed the ball into the goal like my foot was a hammer and the ball was a nail.
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 have never played a single second in a game of soccer in my life, and people said I should play soccer because I am really good at it. So it was back in Kindergarten when we started doing soccer for a PE lesson. And as kids they wouldn’t be as good as kids like in 2nd Grade so they taught us how to kick the ball, how to play the game, what to do,etc. The main thing we had to learn was kicking the ball. The teachers just taught us how to kick the ball. Just kick the ball. So people were wondering why I didn’t like soccer. So I started playing and i was thinking “this is a game The don’t play on TV” because my dad would only watch baseball and football as sports so I was a little bit confused what we were doing. Then once around 1st Grade when we
I remember being nine years old, and like any other elementary school kid my mother had me playing soccer. Most kids don’t play soccer with the intention of continuing, and neither did I. When I was nine though, something clicked, and it started with one day, one moment, and one decision that changed who I could’ve been as a person today.
“She shoots, she misses, she scores!” Throughout my childhood, soccer was the rock that kept me stable. At four years old, as I dribbled across the field with a ball at my feet, I was easily distracted by the grasshoppers bouncing from blade to blade in the grass. I fell in love with the game as I scurried around aimlessly, hoping to place the ball in the little yellow-rimmed pug net. My love for the game never subsided, but as the years went by, the game was not as simple as scoring in those little pug goals and watching the grasshoppers hop by.
I never realized a sport that you never saw yourself playing could have such a large impact on your life. In my life, soccer was that sport. I grew up believing the same thing that everyone who has never played the sport does. It is a “sissy” sport. I was wrong. My freshman year of high school was the beginning. Sophomore year made me realize what a team was. My junior year brought the hardest times, and finally, senior year made me understand what it was all about.
It was one day this year and I was playing soccer with my friends and there was a professional coach was watching us play. Then after we got done we were all leaving and I was like the last one to leave and the coach went up to me and gave a contract saying they want me to join professional soccer and join a professional team and I said sure so he gave me a contract and told me to sign it and so I did.
The greatest game of my life has arrived. Playing on the half forward flank allowed me to create fast run from stoppages. As the shiny sherrin floated into our forward half I grabbed the ball at the highest point. The nerves were all gone when I marked the ball. Lining up for the first goal of the game was an uneasy challenge. As I was walking in to kick the goal the animals were chanting discourteous calls about our school. As it left my black boot it was up to nature to decide if it was going through the tall sticks. Unfortunately it missed to the left side by a metre, I felt frustrated, as my dream could have become a reality. As the game played on I was so proud of the effort and exertion the team was showing. As the game reached half time we were up by 2 points. As I looked into the 21 players eyes I felt the endeavour that wanted to be achieved in the next
Finally, I’m home after a full week of tryouts. One full week of hard work and lots of soreness. I just sat in front of the computer screen. I had dinner there and watched T.V from there. I was just waiting the moment for coach to put up the numbers of the people who had made the team online. I was nervous but confident, I felt that I tried my best and gave it all I could and actually felt like coach liked me. Especially because after the last session he said, “Great job. I see your passing and shooting are really good and I like that.” When I heard those words come out of his mouth I felt that I had automatically made the soccer squad.
Before the soccer game had started both teams were preparing for a fierce battle. As I looked around, I could see the fear on my teammate faces. Some looked nervous while others were laughing and joking around. Seeing the size of the opposing team made me a little nervous too. My coach had the most confident look on his face as the players took the field.
I’ve always wanted to play soccer. My coaches always told me I had potential, but I never truly believed them. Soccer has always been a part of my life. There’s something about it that just gets me captivated in the moment and forgets everything around me. Whether I was playing while the sun was shining or during the coldest winter, it always felt the same.
As soon as we knew it that buzzer buzzed and it was time to start the game. I wasn’t nervous. I always get nervous before or during a game because I might mess up or something like that but, this time I wasn’t and I was surprised. Since all the action was on the right of the field nothing was happening on my side for the first quarter of the game. My friend Lily though, shot a goal for us and it had been the first since the Fairborn game. We all gathered around Lily and told her good job. Throughout the game first quarter I started to realize that the refs where calling bad calls. Sometimes we were the one that were supposed to throw in the ball but, they said it was the other teams throw in. We didn’t let that get to us though. We played out hardest. I remember It was really hard and I kept sweating so much. I don’t like sweat for some reason. So I kept trying to wipe it off with my
I absolutely love soccer, and that is why I was exited for the coming weekend. This weekend I was going to Memphis for a soccer game. The reason I was exited for this game is because it is going to be our first real game as a team.