It was about sometime in 2015 or 2016, and it was my first soccer game which I was really excited about. 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. 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, …show more content…
We had won the game! I ran off the field satisfied with my performance, that caused my team to win to first game of the season. I then quickly grabbed my stuff and went to find my mom. As I approached her she said loudly, “great job!” And that made me a lot happier than I already was. I was most proud of myself when the other team scored, and I just pushed through like a train. That taught me a good lesson, to push through no matter what. A famous quote to go along with that lesson is: “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take” -Wayne
The game was one sided with us scoring early on then again in the second half. The final score was 2-0. I was ecstatic, I couldn’t believe that we had won the tournament. At the presentation of the trophy, all I could hear was the parents shouting and screaming, I was so proud to be part of the team.
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.
The server on the other team once again threw the ball into the air. This time, my teammate sprawled for the ball, and made a perfect pass to me, allowing me to set the ball and have my co-captain smash it to the ground. I looked once again at the faces of my teammates. Things were different now. I knew at once that they knew what I knew. We were the winners of that game. We remembered that at that point, and were assured of it when the referee blew the final whistle after I served an ace on game point.
The game began as each of us started to kick the ball back and forth to one another. Our game of KickBall is not like the original Kickball game, you see the objective is to kick the most balls onto the other side of the team, as far as you can, and as many you can. For me we had our teams decided, the teams were 2v2 for a brief moment until more classmates randomly joined in the game. On my team were me and Tj, as for the other team were Victor and Charles. As we kick the balls at each other with great force we began to run side to side while kicking them as if we were playing a game of Hot Potato except we were using kickballs, while running at the same time battling it out. Victor rushed pass as he lift a blue kickball into the air and kicked the ball into my direction to slow me down to stop it from getting past me too far. The ball flew over my head when I looked up into the sky watching it hover over my head so slow, so high, and not to mention too
Friday night rolled around, it was the game we had all been working so hard for. Knowing we were seniors, we knew it would be the end of the journey.
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.
I enjoyed the praise and cheers from my teammates that are like my brothers. They all contributed to my success and lifted my high as they knew that this moment I would never forget for the rest of my life. I honestly did not want to leave the field that night so I meandered and fooled around with everyone for the longest time after the game. After the game I met up with my mother and father as they seemed to look more proud than I was at the time. They talked to me and told me how great I have become over the years of hard work and dedication.
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 kept reminiscing what I had done to be successful last game and it worked. We were going into that last inning. Still, I had not given up a hit to this Brainerd team. As the game came to a conclusion, we won and I had just thrown two back to back no-hitters to win the championship. Everyone was jumping up and down and beaming with happiness.
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
When I was in grade 3, we had a PE teacher who loved soccer. So every PE lesson, we played soccer. That was it.
This was just the beginning of my soccer
My cousin is probably one of the most naturally talented soccer players I had ever seen. Not so much for myself. I had to work really hard to be skillful with ball control, shoot on target, to not panic in stressful situations. I was never the star player on any team I had ever been on, but I always tried hard and practiced a lot. Practice doesn't make you perfect, but it does make you better.
Our kicker went on to kick the extra point, as only one minute remained on the time clock. The Clark Cougars went on to beat the Williams Warriors. I could see it now on the front page of the town newspaper. "Clark demolishes Williams for the first time in 14 years!" We finally beat the best team in the world! As we celebrated, and jumped around on the soggy grass, a tear came to my eye. It was all hitting me now. I finally achieved the goal of my life! I could not control the tremendous smirk on my face. As I watched the coach from the opposing team cry in agony, I thought to myself, "That must be what they call the agony of defeat." I knew that the moment of my life I had long waited for, was gone. Only memories are left in my mind, and I cherish every single one of them.
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