It was August 2008, on a breezy afternoon I decided to join the soccer team nearby. I whatsoever did not know how to play soccer at all. I tried and tried to kick the ball into the goal, but it just wouldn't go. It would just keep going to either left of the goal or the right. If the ball even reached near the goal, the goalie would end up catching it.
They had been playing together for a long time and we were only together for 2 summers. In conclusion, we were at the disadvantage. The wind picked up and the sun had been beating down on us all day. The game started, it started well, however it quickly, do out of reach. Like 0-5, 2-7, 5-11, and it got worse and worse.
Soccer had helped me break out of my shell socially and provided an outlet for stress relief. My life revolved around soccer. However, in the spring of freshman year I was burning out. I had finished the fall season of high school, winter league was over and I was trying to balance spring club soccer with high school track. Without a break and feeling overwhelmed, I grew disinterested in soccer as it became a stressful environment for me as the older girls had to join our team and I was no longer seeing the field a lot.
These hopes did not turn out as planned the transition was tough and once again I felt alone when I signed up from my school team. Again I was the only African American who signed up for the team and out of fear of being known as the “ black kid on the team” I did not join. With my club the feelings were different, my team had just started to play competitive and the lonely feeling began to drift. Little by little I began to see more people like me, and saw that they were also going against the norm of a sport belonging to Latinos. My first year in high school and competitive soccer taught me valuable things and those helped me answer the question that was still being asked to kids like
I felt confident in my tumbling, however I had never stunted before and I couldn’t seem to get the hang of it. I am very short, so the only position available for me on the team was to be a flyer. This terrified me and as the summer went on, the majority of the upperclassmen whom I had become friends with ended up quitting. It eventually got to the point where I dreaded going to practice and didn’t want cheer to distract me from my school work. I ended up resigning from cheer right before school started and it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
A couple years later, in 2002 he joined a better soccer club called the Sporting Clube de Portugal which means the Sporting Club of Portugal. At the club nobody thought he was going to play professional soccer, because he was too small and bony, but they were very impressed with his fast dribbling and his footwork. Instead
After lunch, Ashton and his friends felt bored so they decided to play soccer. They met in the afternoon and Ashton brought his new soccer ball, which cost ten dollars, along for the game. The nearby park was closed for maintenance so Ashton led everyone to his backyard instead. After an intensive warm-up exercise, they started practising for the upcoming inter-class soccer match and were determined on winning. “We have to defeat 5 Awesome this time round,” they chanted as they kicked the ball from player to player, each hoping they would not destroy any of Ashton’s mother’s plants and vegetation.
Winning this game did not only mean bringing a shiny trophy home. It changed the way I thought about my skill and confidence. Few years ago when I started to play soccer, I was not the player that everyone depended on or was the most athletic. Winning my first championship game made believe that this is one of many trophies I will earn. This achievement made me work hard on improving myself as a soccer player.
I was not able to lift up my leg and when I tried, it would just give out. Overtime, the pain went away. A few months passed and I was dancing just fine. It was now August and the pain randomly came back. I thought I hit my leg on something in the same spot but still, there was no bruise.
I was going to all the practices, giving it my all and once again I did not play in the game. I was dishearten and I began to question myself. If I was not playing because I’m not experienced like the rest or If it was because I’m much shorter than everyone else. I was self doubting myself If I was even good enough to be on the team.I was not going to quit and the next game came faster than I expected. Thursday night and for the third time in a row I was not mentioned in the starting line up.
My own body had failed me and I had failed the team. I 'm sure it didn 't seem like a big deal to anyone else but it was to me because I had faced this forward many a time and he had never flat out beaten me like that. It meant that if he could beat me then all the other offensive people on other teams could also beat me just as easy. After the game it was all I could think about. It haunted me to the point I didn 't hear my dads usual commentary on my game.
It’s probably because I am the youngest on the team. I feel like some of my teammates doubt me because I am two years younger than they are and smaller than most of them. Because of this, and because I just love playing soccer, I spend a lot of my free time juggling or heading a soccer ball. I practice these skills a lot, but it had never seemed to pay off in a game yet. It was nearing the end of the game and we were winning 4-0.
However, I couldn’t play because of how direct the contact was. It was hard for me to miss a whole season, but I powered through. I went to every game and practice, even though I couldn’t do
I leaped as high as I could and unfortunately missed the tip the game was already heading south but the game had just started so we had no worries. The first quarter had several lead changes we both had bad shooting quarters shooting below the 30% but that wasn’t what mattered we were all worried about looking good as a team and winning the game not individual stats. About ¾ of the way through the first quarter our coach called a timeout and called us to the sideline and said “Guys you are a great group of kids and have made my coaching experience beyond expectable and you are a bright group of kids so after this season I’ll be retiring and making sure I go out with bang so win this game for me!” and that’s when the game took a drastic change, we began to play with our heart not just our