I spent many hours outside for many days to get into shape and fit enough to play for long periods of time. 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
Running onto the field, I can 't believe we won it - the High School Girls ' Rugby Championship. 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.
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.
Soccer was my true calling, the pitch was a place that I could show people my athletic ability. 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. This year I was so excited to play new position in football, I would workout and practice everyday to get better I knew it would pay off.
However, as I stepped off the field I had only soccer on my mind. 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. 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.
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.
Even though it felt like an eternity, it was only a few minutes before I was on a nebulizer. 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.
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. A short while later my teammate suddenly was flattened to the ground by a player on the other team. The whistle shrieked and the ref ran to the side of my teammate.