Before this soccer season, I never would have believed that soccer could change somebody 's eternity. Let us take it back to this August, when school was rolling around and the sun was still shining. This year I decided to play soccer, we didn’t have an enormous team, or barely enough really. Most of the girls were new to soccer, and CVCA. So, with only a few practices together we were as qualified as we could accomplish for the season.
According to FIFA, the is over 295 million kids/adults actively playing “The Beautiful Game” all over the globe. To see real passion for soccer, go to Brazil and watch their style of playing, it’s amazing. Many may think most famous people grew up with the perfect life, but it was different for Pelé. For Pelé to achieve his success, he trained in the streets with only a sock ball. Money didn’t stop him from becoming who he is today.
Soccer is not just a sport, it’s a passion. As I was born into a family, where they were so compassionate for the game. I have been playing soccer, since I was three years old, and ever since I have always wondered if I would ever be like Alex Morgan on the USWNT someday. Often times, I have felt very dismal, the best pick-me-up is playing soccer. Having that strong soccer background from a dad, thinking the soccer field is a magical place.
I always played recreational soccer. During the basketball tryouts, I worked hard and tried my best, but there were many girls that were better than me. I didn’t make the team and even though I knew I wouldn’t make the team, I still got upset about it. When the coach told me that I didn’t make the team, he told me to keep basketball a part of my life and that I had a positive attitude. To keep basketball a part of my life, I went to some of the games during the season and to this day I still make time to go to the modified games.
All my life I dreamt of because a professional soccer player. Playing for 12 years made me realized that I grew apart from the sport and It wasn 't what I loved anymore. I was more like a job at the end of the day and I couldn 't stand the presser and the stress. In high school I took a lot of engineering classes and I started to enjoy something else then soccer. I came to IPFW to pursue my civil engineering dream.
my thing was that I hated to be outside at first. But playing soccer made me realize that when you play with people that want you to do a great job, but have fun at the same time. It took me some time to get use of the game but after a while I started to win trophies like the state cup. I have won 3 out of the 4 state games that I have played in my career. So after a while playing soccer my parents would ask if I would want to play soccer and of course I would say ” Let’s go play.” so one day I think that I have a chance of playing with the pros.
Before Christmas I had a indoor soccer tournament and it was the same place my mom used to play indoor soccer when I was a little kid so it was like dayshavoo every time I went there even though I have very few memories of it. The game was tied but playing in that tiny space made me frustrated because I couldn 't run without running into someone over and over again so I had to mind my space and always look over my shoulder so that when I turn I won 't get it taken away from me right away but I liked that there were walls to rebound the shots and so we could pass to ourselves when no one is open. After the game my mom took me to eat and she said I 'm proud of you did good but I always felt like I could do better and I could have done more my
My arms shot up in the air as the small crowd wailed and shouted. As we ran around with smiles on our faces and achievements on our mind, we took in the fact that we finally scored our first goal of the season. I started playing on a soccer team when I was around seven, and it’s been my favorite sport ever since. It’s when I started high school that I realized soccer wasn’t as meaningful to the small school as I hoped it would be. It turned out Mendocino hadn’t had a girls soccer team for around 4 years and that was quite a discouraging piece of information.
I stopped after three years and that was all. I didn’t really fit in with the other girls at my new school. I thought after a while that games like House and Kitchen were stupid. The only thing I liked were the gymnastics bars, but after a couple of times of hitting my head on the ground, I quit. I couldn’t find something that I liked.
Sports: I have played soccer for the past 14 years of my life at various competitive levels, in addition to also playing volleyball and softball up to the high school level. I feel extremely comfortable both in teaching and participating in team sports while at camp. Growing up, sports was a huge part of my life and has given me so much. When I was twelve I broke my leg playing soccer, one of the most devasting events that has occured in my life to date. My injury took me nearly two years to recover with surgery, physical therapy, and many mistrials, but eventurally I stepped back on the field.
In a very inspiring and touching true story about the 3 refugee soccer teams that all came from some of the toughest lives living in other countries. These boys became closer to each other as time passed and issues occurred every day of their lives in a small town with the name of Clarkson. Some of these boys had never experienced soccer before and had never played. But that changed when they moved to Clarkson in America and met a women named Luma. Luma had always wanted to be independent and moved to America by herself away from her family who stayed behind in Jordan.
I was born in a country six thousand miles from here, Mongolia. The better half of my childhood was spent playing soccer in the street with the neighborhood kids. I was content, surrounded by my loving family and amazing friends, until it all changed with an abrupt decision. I had reached the age where I had to think about my future beyond high school, whether I would go to a college, and where I want to be in life. Mongolia was not the most ideal country to achieve success, thus my parents decided to move me to the United States.
High and his name is Logan Northup from Sigourney. I have inspired my brothers to play every year and my Dad coaches them too but they have never been undefeated. Logan taught me tricks and techniques because he played soccer in college. He got me started playing soccer for William Penn College youth leagues after I got too old to play for Sigourney anymore. Now I play soccer for the Oskaloosa team and I have played for them every year in the spring and fall.
Going into college, athletics were always first priority to me; but after being a regular starter on my soccer team entering my junior year, my priorities were completely reversed. My first two years of college saw me as one of four players (out of a class of 22 players) to be on the varsity soccer team, meaning that I was exposed to long bus rides, missing classes for team events, and constantly being a lesson behind other students in my class. I had trouble balancing soccer, work, and school during that time, as I was only able to maintain a 3.1 GPA. I decided that putting all my effort in soccer was not the correct route to take, as school was going to lead me further in life. For the next two seasons, I was on a