Personal Narrative Essay About Soccer

One time when I was in 6th grade; playing with my soccer team in traverse city for the cherry cup festival. My team was in the championship game.We were all ready to win the game that day. I was so scared and pumped at the same time because I was ready to win but scared we might lose. In the middle of that game our goalie got hurt. The game paused and my coach looked at me and he said “ Keagan go get gloves and a goalie shirt on”. During that time when he was talking to me I was so scared; I had played goalie before but not during the most important game of the season. I didn’t want to let any of my teammates down, so therefore i proceeded to be the goalie for the rest of the game. In that story I showed bravery. I showed bravery by going in

The team stood sweating in need of a break and water. Our coach only called timeouts when necessary and when he called it, everyone on the team sighed. We all had a much needed break to rest our throbbing legs. The coach drew a play in the huddle for me to score the winning basket and felt extra focused. I blocked out everything to focus on this one chance to win. I cut away from the basket and when the opponent turned away, I cut back to the basket, obtained the ball, jumping in the air. As I let go of that winning shot, I sensed as if I was getting tackled. Indeed I was tackled, but there was no foul called and we lost the game. Coach always said that we learn more from losing than winning. Indeed, this is true. Basketball has taught me how to deal with adversity and the reward for the people who work hard.

Soccer is my life.Every weekend we travel all over Indiana and Ohio. But One Saturday morning my soccer team, my family, and I got up early for a soccer tournament in Ohio. The first game we played was a team called the Celtics at 8:30. The score was 1-0 we won. During the first five minutes of the 2nd half, we scored a goal.Also, the game was very physical people were getting shoved to the ground and kicked. But during the game the ball bounced off the side and almost was a goal for the other team but we saved it and before we saved it my team and I all screamed,” Go to the ball and get the ball out of the box” After, we played a Cincinnati United team at 3:15 at the end of the game the score was 5-1

It was a cold brittle day on January 10,2014 at 2:00 p.m in Ridgefield Park, New Jersey. My teammates and I and I were warming up for our soccer game.Our team name was called“Rapids and we have three wins, one tie, and four losses. All of a sudden, the referees called us to the sideline to check on our equipment. I was nervous and my heart felt like it was beating a thousand beats per seconds. Our coach told the lineup after the referee checked our equipment.

As round five approached, I was chosen to take the last penalty kick. It was down to the other team 's top shooter and me. He shot as I held my breath. Our goalie fully extended his hands and was able to just barely make the save. “Yes”, I whispered as I let out a sigh of relief. It was all down to me as I approached the ball. The tournament game was in my hands and I wasn 't about to let it slip away. The ball was on the penalty linE but I could barely think, it felt like I had bees in my Stomach. I took three steps back and one to the left. To trick the goalie, I stared at the left side of the goal for 3 seconds. Then I took off, leaned back, hit the ball with my instep, and launched it into the air. The goalie lunged left, the ball sailed into the upper right corner of the goal, right where the goalie didn 't go. “Goal,” we all screamed! We

February sixth was the day of my last middle school game. We were playing our rivals , Ledford middle school. The first time we played them we only lost by two points.

Ever since I was a toddler, I loved sports. Baseball, basketball, it did not matter; I just liked to run. When I was around 4 or 5, I was in the living room watching the Steelers play the Cardinals and saw Santonio Holmes grab a game winning touchdown to win the Superbowl. I was so excited that I jumped up in the air and I told my dad, “Daddy when I grow up I want to play football and I want to score a lot of touchdowns just like 10 does.”

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. The second I was on the field I knew my team had the game won. All I could see around me was a group of men ready for war. I couldn’t be more ready for my last home opener so after I did what I do when the unexplainable happens, accept it. I ran to the 45 to the 35 to the 20, hoping to find the kick returner. 8 months waiting for this moment all the sweat, pain, 100 degree sun beaming UV rays to my face. I kept going for the guy next to me performing to the best to his ability. Success was the result of all the hard relentless work done throughout June into August. I acknowledged that my team had a good group of seniors who were high character student-athletes I spent most of childhood with.Ultimately finishing with a record of 3 wins and 7 loses taught me many lessons on becoming a better person and

The June 27th, 2015 championship game for our local West Hanover baseball team, it was a beautiful day Central PA perfect for the great game of baseball. Looking back it was a day I will never forget, possibly one of the most important days of my life. We were playing our rival team the undefeated Hershey teams, us only having one lose in our regular season to the one and only Hershey team. This team was loaded with athletes their cocky attitudes. They were like the Yankees and we were the Phillies, we were the underdogs but we had a motive we had an inspiration for the win.

Coming off the sideline I felt that this game was going to be a devastating loss, but still had the gut feeling to play as hard as I could. FOOOH! Went the whistle as we started off passing the ball to each other. “ Pass the ball over here” I yelled with all my might. With my speed I started dashing on the edge of the field all the way to side of the goal. I quickly evaded the defender and in the distance I heard

“LET'S GO!” Screams a player on my team who has clearly been at the field for a while, waiting anxiously for the first box lacrosse game of the season.This is my first season playing lacrosse; a sport that I've always wanted to play but never had the courage to try, until now. I arrive at the field, my heavy bag has started to cramp my hand before the game has even begun. Most of our team is there and is already padded up and waiting for the game to begin.

I saw a gap between two defenders and I made the run as my center mid played a perfect ball. After the 45 yard run, with a defender on my right side, I realized this is it. The hundreds of road trips, hours practicing, and the pain comes down to this. I took one touch and sent a blazing shot to the back post, upper 90. I stood in awe as I heard the crowd going insane. My teammates tackled me celebrating, leaving the ball in the back of the net and the goalie with her head between her hands. The scoreboard ticked the last few seconds away before letting out a sound of excitement that was prior a sound of disappointment.

Do you ever have that moment in your life where you put everything aside a focus on one thing? The date was September 14th, the golf tournament at Yorktown Golf Course. I had been waiting for this tournament all year. This was my chance to put all that I have worked on for weeks into full effect. All I could think about was a medal and how much I really wanted it. This was my chance to have something that would really raise my confidence.

It had been thirty minutes , Mr.Dejo told me to stop worrying about the game, and just rest.So I did, I stopped and just went and got a drink.After thirty more minutes, people started to come, in ten minutes there was about 50 people. I kept on shaking even

The lights were blinding. The crowd was waiting anxiously. I sat quietly, while my heart raced at a thousand miles per second. I was in Dallas, Texas, on a cold February day. There was almost an inch of fading snow on the ground and the whole city was in panic. Streets were shut down, but my team and I still managed to make it to the nationals cheerleaders association competition. Their mantra is “the work is worth it,” but we’ll see. This was like the olympics of cheerleading and I couldn’t wait.