My friends I played with push me even harder because most of them have played soccer since they were small, so they knew a lot more of the basics than I did at first. My sophomore year was personally my favorite year of soccer. During the Corinth tournament while my team played against Saltillo. There was a penalty called about fifty
We all celebrate our exciting moment of victory, but months later the tryouts for the summer travel team would happen. The fun-filled first day was also nerve-wracking, but we all have each other like a family. Then, the next day of tryouts with starting sprints and stretching. Next, the contact portion - tackling with passing - came upon us faster than we thought. The first times through the drill went well, but it’s finally my turn after waiting in line.
Of course, being told such things by one of the most renowned coaches in the country would be enough to make anyone push their limits. After my sophomore cross country and track seasons were nulled by my physical limitations, I developed a sort of excitement that I wish I could feel again. “I can do ANYTHING” I would tell myself as I ran each workout. Sure enough, by the beginning of my junior cross country season, I was quickly catching up with the other girls on my team. In fact, my outlook was amazing; there were three elite meets that season, each with a limit of runners on my team that would be taken.
I fully realized my ability when I was in 8th grade. The varsity coach at the high school was coaching our team and he named my friend and me as captains of the team. I was honored and thought that this was a good sign since the varsity coach named me captain. Flash forward to freshman year and
Recently I committed to Allen Community College to continue my soccer career. Having done this all my hard work has payed off. A few months ago I was questioning if I even wanted to continue playing after high school season ended but Allen definitely changed that for me. This is one of my biggest achievement because soccer has always had such a positive impact on my life. Being able to say that I got offered a scholarship to continue playing has had a huge impacts on me as a person.
This year in football I got a new position, last year I played offensive tackle and defensive tackle. This year I play center defensive end, last year I was awful, I was second string, i’d cry a lot, and I was so scared scared to hit someone. I was a HUGE wimp! I tried my hardest to get better I was still scared to hit someone.
What started off as a way to impress my father, turned into a voracious desire to play soccer. Day after day I stepped on the field and gave everything I had. It showed too. I exponentially grew in ability and before long my father organized a tryout for the Houston Dynamo academy, the most competitive and exacting soccer team in the
“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.
The spring of my freshman year marked a pivotal moment in my life. I was overwhelmed to hear the news that I was the only freshman to make the Varsity squad and with that came an uproar of heaping praise from classmates and varsity teammates alike. My soccer skills somehow had a profound effect on many of my fellow peers as they found enjoyment from watching me play. Mutually so, I found joy and satisfaction that many of my peers who are now my friends were entertained by my soccer skills. Showcasing these skills every Friday night from January to April provided me with a euphoric feeling that I still cannot explain.
The doctor said I had a severe anxiety attack. These attacks started coming every day as soccer season continued. Soccer was the one thing I always enjoyed but being the 8th grader on a Varsity team, meant I was the easiest target for tormenters. Girls would taunt me for surpassing them. Lies about me rumored through the team and eventually the town.
As the others and I got on the field, Coach Robbie held me back and reminded me in encouraging words, “ Be a leader out there.” I nodded to show I understood and jogged back on the field, “Let’s go guys!”. In 25 minutes out of the 30 minutes of the half we had tied USAI 1-1 giving our team the final burst of energy to win the game. I had loved every second of it, the grass making me see green everywhere, the yells of my parents on the sideline, but most of all the competition.
During my senior year, there was a new sport being introduce to my school. The ladies’ soccer coach, Mrs. Taft decided to start a cross country team. I knew this was nothing compared to my evening jogs at home, so I was not so sure if I was willing to try out for the team. I knew a majority of the soccer players would participate, and I knew I did not have as much potential as they did.
The Thursday night lights beamed down on me as kickoff approached. It was the last game of the 8th grade football season and the last chance to make my mark on a personally rather ordinary season. We were playing Celina, a team known to be a powerful opponent. I was on the kickoff return team, playing on the far left side of the field and on that particular night we were set to receive the kick. The referee’s whistle pierced the warm and soundless autumn air.
I was ready to play soccer with my team during PE and dashed right out the locker rooms. I was ready to hear Mr. Orluck’s loud voice to tell us to go to the soccer field so that I could bolt out to there and get to talk to all my friends. My heart was rushing and my legs were shaking with excitement to run to be the goalie of my team. I went and gave my attention back to Mr. Orluck to give us the signal to go straight out there. “Let’s go!
Sophomore year I was playing at a soccer tournament with my old team. I was playing a great game even though the score was not reflecting my hard work. Towards the end of the game I jumped up caught the ball landed, my body went one way and my legs went the other, then I fell to the ground. Everyone around me had heard a pop, I knew it was my ACL. From this moment in my soccer career I knew I needed to be determined and to be focused on my recovery in order to get back out there.