We lost in the Regional Championship game on a comeback. We played a great game, but that wasn’t enough. If I would have passed a second earlier, if I would have taken the shot, if I would have taken the defender one-on-one could that have changed the game? I saw tears coming from the whole team and realized the my team was feeling the same frustration and disappointment that I was. This would be the last time I was on the field with my senior teammates. I linked arms with my teammates as we sung our alma mater. The hard work, the connections with my teammates, the excitement, and the leadership that I went through to get to this point during the season was gone. Everything that I took for granted suddenly flashed before me. These teammates weren’t just some kids I played soccer with. They were brothers that I would be remember for the rest of my life. I told myself that this will never happen again. I will never feel like this again. I want to be the one holding up the trophy and cheering, not the one in …show more content…
I’m tired of losing.” Coach replied, “Get bigger, stronger, and work on that touch of yours.” So, I organized a meeting of the junior soccer players for next year and told them the changes that needed to be made for a successful season. We got to work on the field, training until the sun went down. The season was a year away, but we were hungry for the trophy. Throughout the rest of the school year, I lifted weights; getting stronger and stronger everyday. After school, I ran to bolster my cardiovascular fitness. I practiced every minute I could. At the end of the day if I didn’t feel like my whole body was so sore that I can’t move, then I needed to work harder. The next day I did even more than the day before; adding ten extra pounds on the bar in weights, pushing myself to sprint for an extra minute during my run, putting all that I had into practice, making sure that I always came out on
I was having mixed emotions; I was anxious because it would be the last time cheering with people I love, and I was afraid of messing up. I looked at my friend Landry and said, “We got this!” She looked at me and smiled. The music started and I began the routine which I had done millions of times before. After we finished our routine, the parents, the athletes, and my coaches met up so we could discuss how we thought we did.
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. Losing in the sectional finals was devastating, but it motivated me in the off season. Coaches always say “we can learn from this loss” and I never took it seriously. Our failure set us up for more success than imagined.
Even though we lost, that final moment that I jogged off the field, every one of my teammates smiled, and gave me a high five. As I gathered my things, I went over to my family. “You did an amazing job for your first time!” They all say in unison. Making it seem like it was rehearsed.
One day I woke up and got ready for school then I remembered it was the baseball tournament. So I grabbed my bat and glove and went to school. At the end of the day,it was hufflepuff vs gryffindor it was a good game 11 to 2 that was the semi finals we played hard they did to ,did we played harder the finals were in two weeks but we had sweet victory tell the finals.
(Assertion However, many people feel that the overexhaustion athletes may experience can be avoided with proper strength training and finding the right opportunities to succeed. Millions of Americans are unaware and often misunderstand the opportunities available,as it was found by the American Academy of Orthopedic surgeons found that “Youth sports in the United States is now a $15 billion industry. There are seemingly endless opportunities for club-level teams, personal coaches, and training technologies to help kids excel at their chosen sport” ( Lewis 1). The results of this study provided how fortunate Americans are to have access to such a unexpectedly successful youth sports industry. One of the main solutions Americans seem to take for granted in preventing overexhaustion is strength training.
I would try out for the team and play soccer all four years. This expectation carried me to “hell week,” as dozens of students strive to attain one of the coveted spots on the soccer team. As feet pounded the ground, and bodies impacted, as the green and gold ball bounced from player to player, I felt at home. And then it all came crashing down. I had progressed well, passing the first and second cuts with seeming ease.
but we had a motive we had an inspiration for the win. It was five o’clock and we had an hour till game time, and I was on my way to the field I was listening to music trying to get in my “zone”. I kept thinking about my dad’s words “Make this count, treat this like your last game. You will never forget
I came back with a team that was craving a championships and a positive season because we were a good team this year and we all believed we could make it all the way as champions. Our soccer team overall record was 7-7-1, We achieved only one goal that year and that was to have a positive season but we didn't achieve our second goal which was to be champions. We could have been able to make it to the playoffs but we had students that were ineligible when we had crucial games to play and ended up losing those crucial games. If we had no players ineligible we would have achieved our second goal and possibly would have been champions of the Tri Valley league. Senior night which was our last game of the season we played against skyline which if you didn't know were the champions last year and killed us last year.
My eighth-grade year, I tried out for the school’s co-ed soccer team and was confident that I would make the team. During the three hard days of try-outs, I pushed myself to improve each day and received several compliments from the coaches. On the last day, the head coach pulled me aside to tell me
With the encouragement of my dad, we decided that it was time for me to move to a team that would face better competition and have players of a similar mindset to myself. In the beginning of 8th grade, I had moved to my first club team after being on a town travel team for four years. While this was the right move for me, it was definitely a shock for me to realize that I was no longer the best on my team. I struggled through multiple winter training and conditioning workouts before the season had begun, though I tried to remind myself that this was only helping me in the end. When the first game of the summer season arrived, I was somewhat surprised to find that I was not in the starting lineup or in the field.
It was a Fall night wear the stars were out and all you could ever do is hear coach yelling to stop moving away from our positions. That night we were training for a very important soccer tournament that was only a couple weeks away. Coach smith liked to win but i think what he liked most was that we tried our best. We were a very hard team to defeat but we had our moments where we would lose games by a landslide.
“Matt,y you will be starting forward now,” Mr. K. said right before I nervously stepped onto the field, sweating like a man in a sauna. The whole summer I practiced soccer with my dad for two hours a day to make the team my sixth grade year. I wasn’t looking to start, I was just looking to make the team. While my friends were at the beach or at friend’s house, I would be playing soccer.
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. I expected this because I was in fact one of the new players. The referee blew the
It was about this time that my coach approached me and said,”You are going to want to stay loose because it is looking like you could be in playoff for an individual spot.” I had shot well, a team-leading 82, but it had never occurred to me that I could qualify as an individual. Just as I was getting excited at the prospect of representing my team at State, the others teams came in with scores that knocked me out of the running and made a playoff unnecessary. My hopes of going to state were obliterated for the second time that day. There was nothing I could have done, but it felt like a failure nonetheless.
In Friday 11 November I went to the volleyball game of Florida Gulf Coast vs Kennesaw State and it was super fun, it made me feel super excited about my university because I was there supporting the team. The game began and firts I saw Florida Gulf Coast that jumped on the Owls early in the first set and used that early advantage to gain a 1-0 lead in the match; at this moment I felt tension both in the team and on the part of the coach and I can not deny that for a moment I thought the game was lost, but then I concentrated on thinking that there was still a lot of time left. Needing to bounce back in the second, Kennesaw State gathered strength and began to put more spirits to the game and the whole public began to cheer up. FGCU ended up having a