My First Goal My lungs hurt, my ankles were sore, and my shins were bruised… but I kept going. It was Christmas Day, and we were opening presents. I grabbed the box, my very last box; I swiftly tore off the gold paper. Yes! It was the purple soccer ball I've always wanted! I shot up and started jumping around. “Dad, wanna go play soccer?” I asked him with a smirk on my face. Of course he said yes and I ran off to get my gear on. I knew it was going to be hard, my dad was way better than me, but I was determined to make a goal. Atlas, I quickly put my soccer uniform on and I grabbed my socks, my shin guards, and the main part; my neon blue soccer cleats. I swiftly put them on and flew down the stairs, “Okay Dad, let's go!” I yelled and grabbed …show more content…
We traveled up to the field, “Okay, I’m going to give you a rundown of what moves to do then we have to stretch.” I said and started teaching him how to kick and what moves are the best. “Okay, Dad are you gonna stretch with us?” I asked and looked at him. “I don’t need to stretch.” he said and crossed his arms, “okay, your funeral.” I said and turned to face Grayson. We started to run a lap for warm up. I knew it was going to be hard to play with Grayson because he’s not really a fast runner. After the lap we ran back, “Okay we're ready.” I said and scooted Grayson across the field onto my side; in front of the goal. “Grayson’s on my team!” I called out, “and Grayson your goalie.” I stood a bit farther than him with my dad a couple feet away from us. I quickly grabbed the ball, “I kick first.” I said and put the ball on the ground. I took 3 steps back and stepped a little to the left; I got on my toes and started running towards the ball. I kicked it a bit right and my dad started going for it, but I started running and I got it first. I started moving left, but dad stole it from me. I started getting tired, my lungs hurt, my ankles were sore, and my shins were bruised, but I kept going. I quickly stole the ball, and my dad was facing in front of me; we were running towards each other. I swiftly kicked left and my dad went for it then I kicked it right. I got him! My dad tripped and dropped to the ground, I was
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
As more of my teammates began to show up, I recognized most of them. However, I learned later that if I went on to play in the Spring, this would not be the same exact team I would play with. With only twenty minutes until we began,I put on all of my gear and my dad gave me a thorough warm up. Time seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, everyone was gathered together as positions were being assigned. I was originally overwhelmed with excitement, but as the game drew closer, the joy I had felt was replaced with anxiety. The lacrosse game taking place before ours ended and we entered and took our place on our bench. I recognized the opposing team’s jerseys quickly and identified them as a travel team from our area. Taking one final breath, I rushed into the lacrosse net enjoying my bird’s eye view, unsure of what was to
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.
All I remember was all the girls on my team screaming and running towards me. Luckily, I was at the right place at the right time and headed the ball into the net. I scored the winning goal and it felt amazing. We won the championship!
After playing for the school for two years my parents and I made the decision for me to start playing
At the practice, Timmy anxiously wishes to know which team he is on. He was one of the first ones there, so he had to wait for everyone else to arrive.
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
...slapshot from the point. Two minutes later the puck broke loose from one of the other team's defensman and landed on our most talented player’s stick. He is not only as fast as lightning but can also stick handle around any NHL team blindfolded. He made a quick move to the left, and then to the right. He took the shot which went top shelf on the right side. The second I saw the net move I knew we had done it. The underdog team defeated the 1st ranked team in the state championship game for Missouri high school hockey. An uproar from the mob of people could have been heard from two miles away. I couldn’t believe we had done it. We beat the odds, and took the cup. I felt shivers travel down my bruised and cut body. The hard work did pay off, for we had done it. The tears were flowing like the water dropping from the Niagara Falls. We were State Champions.
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 saw that the girl, who was taking the ball, turned her stick in the direction she heard the voice, but she did not look up to make sure that nobody was covering her. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as she pulled her stick back and hit the ball. Afterward I sped back over to where the ball was soaring and reached out my stick, I then tried to hit the ball. I felt like a bull charging at a red flag as I whacked the ball to the ground. My coaches and my team went wild, in joy that I had just blocked the most powerful ball I had ever seen. I felt like a bull who finally reached its goal to finally reach that red flag. I finally felt like I had accomplished my goal. I had waited years for this to
“Pappa, please, please, please don't go to work on the second weekend of August. I need to try out for soccer!” I said enthusiastically.
The Titans had made their rally call as they cared for one another if a terrible situation had occurred to their friends or family. Coach Boone, Yoast, and the entire football team had received horrible news that Gerry had been in a car crash and was not able to play for state season. Gerry prayed that his team would win. As Gerry watched the game on the television, he could see how his friends were doing.
Moving on to the winter of 8th grade to when I tried out for a premier soccer team. And I made the team and I was starting and playing a lot. The coach really liked me and saw a lot of potential in me and that made me feel great but it also made me feel relaxed for the next season of soccer which was not good. The next season of premier soccer I got a new coach and team and I was thrown back to square one… on the bench.
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
When I was four, I received my first Fisher Price basketball court. The court was in my house and the basket was only five feet tall. My parents placed it in the living room since it was the only room in the house without carpet. I practiced shooting every day. I would wear my father’s sneakers and imitate basketball moves that I had seen on T.V. At that age, I did not yet have any self-awareness about my potential for the sport, but my father knew it was very likely to become a passion. By the age of five, my father was taking me out to the park with a basketball and I can actually remember the day I made my first basket. After that, I went on to play in basketball leagues, as well as work out with my father in gyms every night. Those were the best of times.