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. Little did I know, it would change drastically. In my junior year of high school, I was told I would be playing in both Varsity and JV. This was a big shock to me because I was on Varstiy the 2 years before. I tried to put the anger and distraught thoughts behind me, but they never went away. During tryouts that year, I was finally gaining some confidence in myself, working my tail off, hoping I would be on varsity again, but I was let down. I for sure thought I would be playing varsity; after all the miles I ran, the great passes I had, and finally getting my communication skills up. This is not the case. I didn’t know why or what happened. I felt like I was second to everyone. The incoming freshman was obviously better than me and I had to come to terms with that. I decided I would try to work my hardest that season, regardless of the outcome. I did not know that I would be playing another game. A …show more content…
My dad told me to stay positive because it would give me more opportunities for game time and to get better, so I tried to be a leader for the younger girls on JV instead of being down on myself for not being up to varsity. It took about the whole season before I realized that I should be playing to have fun. Not to be the best. There would always be people better than me that I needed to be accustomed to. I realized that not the whole season was about me; it was about building friendships with the girls on my team, gaining trust, and having accountability. It was fun to work together as 1, for one common goal regardless if we won or
Ever since I was young my parents said “Drew you should try new things, even if it means you fail at something.” I never really listen to them until one time in the study grade when I decided that it was ok to fail. I asked my parents “ Can we look for a club basketball team that I could try out for?” Thrilled in hearing that I wanted to try something new, they found I tryout for a team called the Cincinnati Royals. A couple of other friends agreed to try out with me, but I was still very nervous because it was my first tryout. All three of us made it through the first round of cuts and were called back for another tryout. I remember being more nervous for the second tryout than I was for the first. My palms sweated the whole night, every shot I took clanked of the rim, it wasn’t my night. My two other friends were told that they made the team, but I unfortunately got cut which I expected given how I performed. At first I saw this experience as an overwhelming failure, but I soon realized that I challenged myself, and I could learn from the criticism the coaches gave me. Taking the new stuff I learned from the tryout, I found a different club basketball team that I was fortunate enough to make, which I got to meet new people and play a sport that I loved. Although I may not have gotten the
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.
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
As a sophomore on the varsity basketball team is was placed with the toughest position of all, point guard. The point guard is the general of the team his actions affect the team's performance the most. Coming in I never played the true point guard spot before so it was a new experience. Being the youngest starter also put heavy pressure on me. I was awful,I just couldn't let the game come to me. Everything was way too fast for me and our team's performance showed. I turned the ball over countless times per game. In my mind I was hopeless but as my sophomore season went
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
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
“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.
For the last 16 years, Earth has probably had a disastrous time dealing with me, David Antowan on Earth. Thankfully, I personally have not had too bad of a time growing into a loving family of 4 surrounded by tons of opportunities and blessings. Looking back, I have faced many different obstacles that I have been able to surpass thanks to the amazing environment I am continuously surrounded with. I tend to think of myself as someone who is extremely lucky and you will understand just why. Ever since a little kid soccer has been everything for me.
Finding your group of people can be such a peaceful relief. I believe in friends turning into family. Soccer has brought so many things into my life that I would have never been exposed to elsewhere, but the most significant thing the sport has gifted me with is lifelong friendships. Even though the girls I played with were 1 year older than I was, they still accepted me. The girls I met when I was 7 years old, basically watched me grow up and have been there for me since.
During freshman year, I played on my school’s junior varsity soccer team after my coaches informed me that, although my skill level matched some varsity players, junior varsity would suit me better because I was young and could develop more. I was disappointed because I had worked meticulously on the physical and mental aspects of my game. Instead of succumbing to disappointment, I made an effort to be a positive, driving force on my team and I strived to lead where my team needed me. My coach recognized my desire to lead and selected me as captain, the first freshman captain the J.V.
Throughout tryouts my teammates told me I had been playing well and it game me this idea that I was ‘good enough’ and that I had the ability to be able to at least play JV soccer. The only flaw I saw that I had was not being able to dribble like everyone else. I had no ball control and I tried working on my dribbling to be ‘good enough’ in that area. After tryouts, I found out that I had been cut from the team and I believed that I had failed miserably. I felt as if I had gotten sucker punched in the stomach being disowned by the one true thing I had dedicated myself.
Throughout my my life, what I defined as being successful in soccer was the amount of goals I scored and the amount of time I played. I have played soccer since I was five and ever since I started high school my soccer career has been filled with struggles. During my Freshman year of highschool I failed to make the Junior Varsity (JV)team. This was an eyeopener for me because just four months earlier I had been starting on my middle school team. I realized my failure to make the team had been caused by my over confidence which led me to not workout and train over the summer. I became frustrated with myself and committed to never let this happen again. I trained hard over the spring and summer to get into sound physical shape and when it was
There are many awesome things in life, although I’d have to say the greatest thing in life is soccer. Soccer has always been a big part of my family. The first sport that I ever played was soccer. My dad was my first coach and I always remembered playing around with a soccer ball. However, it wasn’t until the 2008 Euro cup, that I fell in love with the game.
In this essay i will be talking about my soccer life. Well first off I'm 15 years old and i started playing soccer when I was 7, one day my dad and I were driving home from his basketball game at old airport gym and we passed the soccer field.