I’m pretty sure we have all have had an experience when you’re expecting something but you get the totally different. Well you are not alone this happened to me when I was trying for my high schools JV soccer team during my freshman year. As a child I dreamt of becoming a professional soccer player but let’s face it that wasn’t realistic, every child dreams of either become a police officer or playing a sport professionally or maybe even neither. Now a little background on my soccer history. I started playing at the age of ten, my parents really pushed to play a sport so I chose soccer, which I really liked. I was in my dad’s recreation team for three years. But he decided to stop coaching because his job prevented him to attend practices, …show more content…
So I and my friends decided we would try out for JV soccer because there was no freshman team for soccer. I found out that the coach of the JV team was a good friend of my dad, so I thought it would be easy to make the team besides I was pretty good at it. So I got my cleats, shin guards and decided to go to the tryouts. Well the first day I really tried but I noticed that the people that were trying out for left defender weren’t good at all. So I kept going but as the days went by, I would try less and less. But when there was only three days left of try outs, some guy that was very good decided to try out. I actually played against in him at a small tournament in southern California, I remembered that he was one of the best defenders around the area. When I found out that he would try out I got worried, I knew that I wasn’t doing the best I could in the try outs. So decided to go 110% in the try outs, but he was still notably better than me. But I thought that the coach being a friend of my dad might help me and besides I was good friends with most of the people that were for sure going to make the team. On the last day of try outs my dad told me that his friend told him that he wasn’t sure I would be able to join the
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.
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.
I have played soccer my entire life. At twelve years old, I completed a Bryst soccer camp after which I decided that I wanted to play at a higher level than house league. My goal was to make a Bryst Academy team.
I was so upset with myself for letting people's comments on the field get to me, and affect my level of play. My mom, the JV coach, came over and tried to talk to me, but I didn't want to talk. Liz, the varsity coach, kept looking at me. I assumed it was to see what was wrong but she is not the type to be very sympathetic. Then Diana, the varsity assistant, came over and told me how. Indeed to get out of my own head and play my game. She said I had played a fantastic first half, which I though was a lie. By this time all my teammates on the bench were asking what was wrong, which made me cry even more. I was letting my team down and I had wanted to go back in to improve my play. I got subbed back in and could not focus, I was making simple mistakes, that are apart of the basics of soccer. I. A me out after about ten minutes, people he told me I played better, but I knew it was just to try and make me feel better. We ended up winning the game 2-1, which I was happy about, but other than that k was not happy about much. Later that night my mom sat and tried to get me to say what was wrong, buts don't know how to put my feelings into words so it was hard and I kept saying "I don't
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
It was about sometime in 2015 or 2016, and it was my first soccer game which I was really excited about.
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
But 1 week before the tryout I heard that this year its only going to be a 1 day tryout. That made me very nervous because I thought if there was only 1 day the coach would basically have his team pictured out. When tryout came I felt like I did way better then last year and that night I couldn’t go to sleep because I was just thinking about if I was going to make the team. I still remember they posted the result in 2nd hour when I was in history class. All my friends told me that they posted the result and when I went and checked I didn’t see my name on there. At that momentum I was really
This issue is very important to me as former high school athlete. I have been playing soccer since I was seven years old and continued playing soccer all the way into my high school years. The first year of my high school season was cut short after I tore my anterior crucial ligament (ACL) in my knee, which required surgery and nine months of physical therapy. During those months of rehabilitation, my coach contacted me one time to see when I would be ready to play and I did not see any of my teammates until I came back the next season. During many of my physical therapy sessions I began to question my importance and role on the team. I had the best freshman season in school hi...
This team played in a league that competed with teams from all over the Northeast called Northeast Regional Premier. Since My old team had just played teams from Anoka County,this was a gigantic difference. I was convinced that I was not going to make the team, but I tried out only to please my dad. I scrunched my eyebrows together and I tipped my head to the side. As I dribbled the ball on the rectangular wavy light green grass,a defender rushed toward me.I popped the ball in the air right over him, and blasted the ball into the goal so hard the net had fallen off. I knew that I did pretty well. At least I pleased my dad who was on the sidelines with a smile larger than his mouth. If I did make it on some freak occasion,I would not join the team. I felt that I didn’t
Please briefly elaborate on one of your extracurricular activities or work experiences. (150 words) I discovered my passion for Soccer when I first kicked the ball aged four. The memory of the first contact of my foot with a spherical object in the children’s play area, is unforgettable. From then till now has been an exciting journey.
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.
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