While waking up on a bright saturday morning with my soccer game at 12:30, I didn 't think I would end up in the Emergency Room that night. It started out like any other saturday during soccer season, walking on the fresh cut, bright-green grass towards our side of the bench. My whole soccer team was getting prepared to beat the team we are versus, drinking our water and making each other angry to win. I was feeling anxious and nervous at the same time. We were all walking onto the field looking fierce and mad and hearing our families cheer, “You can do it Bolts! Win Win!”. And there goes the whistle starting our game. We bumped, pushed, and tried to be the first ones to the ball. 25 minutes into our game we scored into the big, white goal hitting
As we were heading for the goal on another break away, the opposing team kicked it out of bounds by the goal. My sister Bailey, who is also on the team, set the ball up for a corner kick. Her kick was a beautiful, high, hard drive to the front of the box. I remember thinking of my trainer’s words, “Anything is possible”. I jumped up at the right moment.
Soccer, or football as it's known in many parts of the world, has a unique way of bringing people together. It's a sport that transcends borders, languages, and cultures. For me, soccer has been an integral part of my life, and there's one moment that changed everything. This moment wasn't just about winning a game or scoring a goal. It was about discovering my passion for soccer, overcoming setbacks, and achieving success on and off the field.
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.
I watched the orange and black lined ball fly through the air. It went through the net. In an instant I had won the game for us. We were all gassed and didn't even want to play the next game. The game before had taken all our energy and our will to play.
When I first thought about how soccer impacted my life, nothing really came to mind. I was that kid who mostly looked forward to the end of the game snacks and bringing around the goal jar. But when I actually began thinking about more about playing soccer I realized that soccer was the first place where I was fully submerged into something completely new. I learned how to make friends, how be a leader, and how to have good sportsmanship. These are all things that have made me into the person I am today and it all began on the soccer field.
But on the day of the semi-finals, my soccer team had a big problem. Due to summer vacations, we were missing a third of our team which left us with only enough kids to play. We didn’t have any subs. It was going to be a tough and hot eighty minutes of running with only a quick half-time break.
It was a hot Monday morning, a horrible day for any sort of athletic practice, however the football coaches thought it was the perfect weather. James frowned as he stepped out of the locker room. The air was sticky and he felt almost like he was trapped in a vacuum, it was hard to breath. The click clack of cleats on concrete signaled the exit of the rest of the team.
I had one thing to come and do and that was to help my team win. It didn't matter if I didn't score I was still going to push my team all the way. The first whistle sounded and 4 quarters of football have begun. When the sound of the first whistle is blown I now know that there is gonna be 48 minutes of non stop football ahead of me. I knew everything else behind me is now and the past and what's at hand is what I'm worried about.
I never thought that a trip to a soccer game could change my life drastically. Everything can change from one moment to the other and no individual sees it coming. My family’s plan was to go to our hometown’s championship soccer game. Needless to say we never made it there.
I remember its like it was yesterday. Crisp mid October air washing against my skin, fresh dew glistening on the grass, birds singing in the trees around, then hitting me like a freight train, a whistle blew; I then came crashing back to reality;although, luckily enough we had gotten the ball during kick-off. I sprinted into position, Mid-Field as they call it in soccer;also known as the all-around player who swaps from offense to defense at a moments notice. However, at this moment I had freshly stolen the ball back from our opponents ever so cocky lead forward. To easy I thought as I sprinted up the field; the goal I was about to make would determine the season;first place or second.
Being shoved to the ground and coming up with a mouthful of turf and a bloody nose isn’t the ideal way to spend a friday night, but for me, it's something I put blood, sweat, and tears into. Soccer has been a passion of mine since my father dropped me off at the local YMCA when I was at the tender age of four. Spending all of my free days for thirteen years running after a soccer ball is arguably what made me into the person I am today. Unity, tenacity, passion and pride have all been morals that are valued within the sport and in my own philosophy. I have explored places I’d never give a second thought to because my sport took me there.
When I was younger, my father gave me a lecture on having a desire. He told me that to be successful, you must have the desire to work for whatever you seek. Now that I am old enough and have been through some trials and tribulations to understand the concept of his philosophy, I believe in having a desire and having the will to work. When I was in the seventh grade, I felt as if I was a car with a dead engine on a highway during a winter storm. Even though I was a straight A student I had no desire to work, especially with the troubles I had at school and at home.
One of my best days was when my soccer team won the championship. I won several other championships ,but with other teams. This was my first season playing with this team. The major characters in this event were me, my teammates, my coaches and the parents. This event took place in a park at sanger during the summer.
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 “ Cross the Ball” said Player Number 1 . With all the force I possessed in me, I punted the ball to my teammate and with his strength he leaped to head the ball into the goal and scored the first goal! Everybody was celebrating, but we still knew that this wasn 't the end.
Soccer Trouble Every single saturday is a challenge for me because I have soccer games. The soccer games are exhausting,fun,scary,and painful. Sometimes I get injured and it hurts a lot you can tell by the details I put.