I was sitting in my room and after a long day and summer just started and I decided to start playing basketball again and get a personal trainer and put the work in so I could try out for the school team. After decided on what I was going to do my mom told me that I had to go to Tennessee for the summer. I was mad because I had my summer planned out and then I was hit with bad news. I was trying to stay and stay but i was forced to go. I was thinking to myself how am I going to play basketball in a state that was mainly soccer and football based.
When I got there I had nothing to do. I constantly stayed inside the house and just ate and watched TV and i saw myself getting out of shape and unhealthy. As soon as my uncle and his oldest son
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I then started to get nervous and thought to myself maybe this isn’t a good idea. There was like 20 coaches and 30 trainers and 10 team all depending on age group. I then ask my cousin why are there so many players and coaches while basketball has 15 players and 2 coaches and 4 trainers. He told me that soccer is very different from basketball and that the more trainers and coaches the better. We then start practicing and I was embarrassed and everyone quickly knew how bad I was and I even heard the coaches cracking a few jokes. On of the coaches was like “ Why did he even come here if he was going to play like this, Did he think this was a rec team”. I heard it all that day from the players, the coaches, and even the parents but I wasn’t harmed by it because basketball was 10 times the trash talk so I took it as a note to not play soccer ever …show more content…
Then he told me when he use to play soccer he was always picked on and had to learn the hard way so i shouldn’t have any excuses so that evening i went back to the field. Unfortunately there was a game two weeks from now. I was more nervous than the first time I came to the field. I started to work my tail off and started to see progress in my game and i became better and better and also became a starter. I played the whole first half and played great. I stopped 4 goals and assisted to my teammates on multiple occasions.The game was tied at 2 and we had one last chance to win the game to make it to a elite tournament in Florida. We had a corner kick and i was inside the goalie box with everyone else and when the ball was kicked and in the air, one of my teammates missed slightly and the ball was rolling and i quickly went after it and scored the game winning goal. My team was proud of me and so was my uncle. We ended up qualifying for the Florida tournament but we had another tournament in Nashville to play in. But with all good things falling in it’s place, school was starting and i had to go back to Georgia. I returned with the ability of being an elite soccer and basketball player. Everything happened for a reason because I now play both sports for two teams and it’s never been better than
It all started freshman year of high school. I really wanted to get involved in some kind of sport or club. I couldn’t decide what to do. Many people said I should join the lacrosse team and my response was “I have never played before, how am I suppose to make the team”. I always had an interest in lacrosse however I was scared to go out and buy all the expensive equipment and not make the team.. I went home that night and asked my parents what I should do. My dad encouraged me to go out and try. He said it doesn’t hurt to try. That next morning of school, I raced to the athletic office and signed up for lacrosse, and when that bell rang after school I went to the lacrosse store nearest to me and bought all of the gear so that I could make the first tryout. The fist tryout was the day after I bought all of the gear.
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.
We just kept winning and it wasn't until the championship game that I realized we actually had a really good shot of winning the whole thing. Now I played maybe a minute of the game ( I was what we like to call in the sport a benchwarmer), but seeing my teammates and best friends take the court and beat the hell out of our opponent was just an amazing feeling. Finally when the buzzer went off and we had won the game I just remember dog pilling in the center of the court and hearing all of our families cheering from the stands. Finally getting a went over to my dad who happen to be the coach of the team and gave him a big hug. He whispered in my ear how proud of me he was.
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.
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.
At the end of the three weeks the team had an inter squad scrimmage so the coaches could actually see how we performed in an actual game. I went into that scrimmage very relaxed and confident and came out feeling very confident and knowing that I did what I needed to do to make the team. The day finally came where we found out if we made the team or not.
It was the summer going into 6th grade I was so excited for soccer season to start at my middle school. I would regularly check my calendar during the monotonous summer days to see how many days left until tryouts. My foreign parents are very strict and stubborn so I decided it would be best to inform them ahead of time so they don’t cancel my tryout plans.
I worked very hard every day at practice to show why they needed me on the field. I was so excited when I got to play in my first high school tournament. I had to be a pinch runner for the pitcher and I scored the first point in the game. At the end of the season that yearev, they finally realized we were losing all of our games because of this one girl, so they took her out and put me in and moved everyone’s positions around.
I woke up and got dressed for the game, I put on my shorts, gathered all my equipment, and made a game plan for the big game. I thought to myself, “I need to play the best game of my life and never quit.” I went downstairs and heard a car honking outside. I went to the door, put on my cleats, and went outside. My friend George and I got out of the car and put on our equipment, and went to start practicing. I was the goalie so of course I have the biggest responsibility on the field. I knew I had to step up and make a lot of saves.
Once again, the next year, I was on the All-Star team. This time we were all determined to stay in the tournament and win the championship. We started off lousy, though, making four errors in the first game and losing 4-0. We now had to win every game and beat the last team twice. We did defeat every team we went up against, including the team that beat us the first game, and once again ended up in the championship game.
...h school I wasn’t a great player. Re-involvement came fairly quick for me because a short year later, this year as a matter of fact, I was asked to be a coach for a local high school team. I was honored by the offer and of coarse I took the opportunity. The fact that my father was the head coach probably had something to do with it, but I was just ecstatic to be back on the football field again, even though I wasn’t the one playing. With this coaching position I’ve experienced a lot of new relationships. From meeting a whole new group of players to other coaches it’s been a learning experience and I’ve already built new friendships that I know will last a long time. But the most important relationship I believe I have built because of this experience is a better relationship with my father. In the past we have had our differences but because of football we’ve been closer than I think we’ve ever been before. Football has proven to me to be worth while. It has taught me dedication, determination, teamwork among others. Football has given me an identity of being a part of team and friendships I will have for a lifetime, especially with the person that means the most to me… my father.
The team we played was considered an unbeatable team, but that was ELA/Reading disappeared once I scored the is 92. My mom and dad were proud of me that they finally let me play another sport. My other sport was softball and I played for my school.
By the end of the first quarter the score was 15-12. I was kind of afraid because both teams were playing hardcore. Second quarter came it was tied up 30-30. The boys’ shirts were drenched with sweat as sweat came running down their faces as they walked as a group to the water fountain. We always brought our own cooler with stuff to drink. Titou came to sit next to me to tell me I was not going to play till the end of the third quarter. I was so upset, throwing the ball against the wall because I wanted to play. The break was only a 5 minute break. In the meantime our team got up and practiced shoots. When I did the same the captain of the other team looked at me laughing, teased me saying aww she is practicing, boy are we going to cross her over. I replied back at him say be careful what you say. I may be a girl doesn’t mean I can’t show off on the court. He laughed and went back to his team because the third quarter was soon going to start. During the third quarter the score was going up and down. One minute we were in the lead and the next we would be like 1 or 2 pints down. Boy was this a close game. With only one minute left till the fourth quarter the score was 51-49. We were three points down. I started cheering my team on. Within that minute we scored two layup putting us in lead at the end of the third quarter. Boy was I ready to play. For the first half of the game I played as the 4. Helping catch rebounds and
Once practice was over I went over to speak to him as he wanted. It was then that what I did not want to happen happened. I was told that summer school was not enough and that I could not play my sophomore year. This to me was the worst thing to hear because I spent countless hours giving it all I had just to find out that it was a waste. I was told that if I wanted to stay weightlifting I could, all I needed to do was show up the next
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