Personal Narrative Essay: Waking Up In Soccer

The Soccer Game I am running with the ball one on one with the goalie left or right I shoot the ball and hope for the best. All of a sudden I hear the parents go wild I scored ! The refs and soccer scout come to me they give me the man of the match award. The next day at I walk into the big red building awaiting a new day.

Near the end of the game, I am shaking. Inside the building in front of me, everyone is cheering. With one more chance to win the championship, it’s do or die.

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.

Get your ass over here and run!” I ran down the 3rd base line and stood next to coach. “I loved your work in the off season and I think you can find a starting spot on varsity.” My face gleamed with joy, I told thanked him and started warming up with the varsity squad. My first few varsity games I was the most nervous I have ever been in my life.

It felt so good to be known and loved by the fans. I did as I promised in the second half, and I passed the ball to my teammates. We won the game! I was so thankful to be a part of that high school basketball team, and it is a time in my life that I will never forget

My passion for track and field began with a Nike advertisement. At age ten, I opened the newspaper to a two-page spread of the hometown distance running legend Steve Prefontaine overlaid by a paragraph of inspirational copy. It concluded asking, “Where is the Next Pre?” The story of his small town Oregon roots, gutsy racing style, and ambition to be the best resonated with me like nothing ever had before. I told myself I was the next Pre, and then tore off for my first run through the streets of Eugene, Oregon – “Tracktown USA”.

My answer was the same each time, “I would never even consider doing cross country, that's not going to happen. Sophomore year started and again I put myself through the pressures of making a soccer team. That year, the program cut 21 girls and I was put on a team mostly filled with freshman. I was devastated by this because I had worked relentlessly for four months during soccer pre-season

As I continue to approach the group, my mind and body turn numb, Everyone is cheering for me, and I realize that I’ll never experience this again. I’m practically floating through the course, still no other runners are near me. That was the way it would stay, all the way through the 3.1 miles as I crossed the finish line in first place, capturing my team’s second league championship and undefeated season. After I had caught my breath, I began to realize that my career was drawing to a close.

As I was playing for that team once we had a game which was about 4 miles away from our village that the whole team had to run there because nobody had a car or anything and I used to run without even getting tired, We had won that game. Back then I moved to Syria and I didn't play that much soccer but I used to watch the games on tv, The soccer game affected the Arabic people so much which I remember this , one time I was walking through a street which there are kids on one side of the street and other on the other side one group was wearing Real Madrid shirts and the other where wearing Barcelona FC shirts so as I'm walking one guy asks me who you support Barca or Real and sometimes you have to be smart you have to think before you say so the guy was wearing Real Madrid shirt and I said Real Madrid and he celebrated he was screaming that I'm a Real fan and the others got mad

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.

I'm in the car driving toward the high school thinking about nothing except what I'm expected to do today in my game. I have my headphones on and nothing else is phasing me. People could be yelling in my ear and I wouldn't hear them. I'm only focusing on one thing. We all sit outside our locker room with our headphones on waiting for coach to come and unlock the door.

This was the big game that we were all looking forward to. This team that we are playing are our rivals. If we were to win this game then we would be region champions. We all got into the bus and put our headphones in. No one said a word to anyone.

Throughout my life people have told me to have a goal; and not just the type I like to score in a soccer game. In life everyone hits a rough patch here and there, but the ones that exceed learn to solve problems. I am involved in sports here at prospect. I played varsity soccer this year and last year. Through my four years of playing, my coaches always told me a quote by hall of fame baseball player Derek Jeter.

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.

Failure Failure has always been a part of my life. As a child, I fell short of minor goals such as riding a bicycle, doing a pull-up, or beating a difficult level on Super Mario Bros. Although these set backs were small, I constantly kepy trying untill I could accomplish the task at hand. In fact, I would say one of my most euphoric moments in my child hood was when I learned how to ride a bike. As I got older, failure got tougher.