If I could go back in time I would go back to the day I signed up for school sports and switch the little check in the football box to the soccer box. It was sixth grade year and it was the first year I could play school sports and I was the happiest kid alive. In my head I thought football was going to be super fun but, in reality, I wasn 't very good at it. I stuck with it for a couple years but I just didn 't have the size or strength. Finally, as a freshman I switched over to soccer which is something i 'm extremely glad I did.
After the game ended, we went to our coach, then he said “Good job everybody! !” I think the reason that he told us that was because, our plan worked exactly. Our plan was to zigzag pass and pass to the player that is good at dribble, then quickly the person that is good at shooting runs toward the goal and he scores. That plan worked for every single goal that we made in game one. After the 1st game, we ran to our parents and our parents gave us a big hug.
He now runs a company and every Sunday he goes and watches his best friend play as a Dallas Cowboy. Dak was very successful because he didn’t leave the field regretting what he could have done but he left the field as a champion. And to this day Dak has went to every game that Anthony has played. So one game got Dak a best friend
It started when i was 5, as soon as i was eligible to play the lowest level, i did, as soon as i started kindergarten something else begun too. Soccer. For as long as i can remember i have played this game. For as long as i live on this earth i will still play this game. Well for me, it was never a game, it was school, it was religion, and for hundreds of millions of other people it is the same experience.
My brother just started playing soccer. This was his first time and he didn’t know that much about it. I had played when I was little and I knew somethings about soccer so I figured I could teach him what I knew. We started and he so caught on. What mainly caused me to want to teach my brother what I knew about soccer was how he couldn’t quit kick the ball where he wanted it to go.
The Soccer Game I am running with the ball one on one with the goalie left or right I shoot the ball and hope for the best. All of a sudden I hear the parents go wild I scored ! The refs and soccer scout come to me they give me the man of the match award. The next day at I walk into the big red building awaiting a new day. The beautiful tile floors all squeaky clean the white walls as white as can be.
Paul stand up to his parents and goes to tangerine middle school on page 94.Because of this Paul becomes part of a community. This leads to Paul standing up to his dad by the end of the book. Paul's decision to join the soccer team affects paul because he can have a fresh start in soccer and school. Paul’s final step toward courage happens when he finally speaks up against his brother, Erik.on page 206 Erik Punches Tino, which causes Paul to stand up to Erik on page 212. This affected Paul because it shows how Paul is not afraid of Erik.
Because I was late to the game, I missed the warm ups. My coach did not start me because I had just played in a game at 9:00 am. I sat on the bench watching our team lose so finally my coach put me back in. We started to come back and then we got a big lead. Then my coach sat me back down.
Every time these teams in England play we talk about the best goals scored, and all the results of the games. Not to mention relentlessly trash talking each other about teams and players that we disagree on. While this results in some bitter arguments, ultimately our love for soccer brings us closer together. Jason and I also argue about where we should sit. I want to sit in the wild crazy loud fan section, the Cauldron.
I high fived my teammates and the other team. Afterwards we took team photos, talked, and hugged for the last time as a team. It was sad but we were all pretty happy with ourselves for winning though. Couple months later, I 'm standing up before a bleacher full of parents smiling at their graduating 8th graders. I stood awkwardly as the teacher said my name and awards.
“GOAL!” My final kick as a U-14 soccer player ended the game with a score of 3-2. With that game, the team ended its season in second place, a great accomplishment for this motley bunch. As the season came to a close, and we were awarded our trophies, I was already looking ahead to high school. For years I knew that I would attend Bishop Hendricken High School, a school well-known for its soccer team. I would try out for the team and play soccer all four years.
“Congratulations, this is the 2013-2014 Mission Vista Men’s Varsity Soccer team.” I still remember the words coming out of my high school coach’s mouth as he spoke to the new varsity team after tryouts. I was the shortest and one of the youngest players on the team, but my passion for the game was not any less than anyone on the team. I was one of the only three sophomores on the team with a team dominated by juniors and seniors. A sense of jubilation ran across my body while having a stomach full of butterflies was with me as we did our team cheer for the first time before our first game. The coach gave the starting line-up, I was not in the starting eleven.
Football has been my favorite sport since I could run. Running free in the grass with friends and family made me appreciate the the quality of life I was blessed to have. Senior year of high school I went from league champions to below .500 records. Lake Winaukee was where the team would prep and practice for the upcoming season. As a senior, I felt I was obliged to help my team win football games and the place we could create chemistry was Lake Winaukee.
While waking up on a bright saturday morning with my soccer game at 12:30, I didn 't think I would end up in the Emergency Room that night. It started out like any other saturday during soccer season, walking on the fresh cut, bright-green grass towards our side of the bench. My whole soccer team was getting prepared to beat the team we are versus, drinking our water and making each other angry to win. I was feeling anxious and nervous at the same time. We were all walking onto the field looking fierce and mad and hearing our families cheer, “You can do it Bolts!
The last four years of my high school career have flew by, especially my Girard soccer career. Many memories were made throughout my career from making playoffs my sophomore year to playing my last soccer game on senior night. The endeavor of striving to make playoffs for the first time since the 90’s. I knew after playing my very last soccer game, that I contributed to something that was outstanding for this program. That’s something that I will remember for the rest of my life.