A Game To Be Played, a Lesson To Be Learned by: Ziyad Fakhuri I eagerly jumped out of the car and sprinted towards the entrance, my legs moving so fast that it felt like I had left a cloud of dust behind. Under the large archway of the stadium, I went, through the entrance, bright with lights and loud with chatter. Then left to the locker rooms, where my teammates awaited. The day had finally arrived, the day my football team fought so hard to reach, the International Cup Football final! We would take on the professional Japanese team, Tokyo FC, today! I stepped into the locker, took a moment to look around, and take it all in. A wave of pure pride surged through my veins, feeling so honored to be amongst these young, aspiring footballers. We had come so far together to get to this day. I could practically taste the nerves mixed with the anticipation that filled the room. Voices filled the air, the intense conversations of my teammates, echoing off the walls. So many conversations filling the locker …show more content…
As we warmed up, the nerves started to hit. The stands started to fill, with rival teams of ours take the seats closest to the pitch. We could tell that they certainly weren’t going to be motivating nor supporting of us. Chants started to erupt from the crowd, music starting to blast. The time was almost here. The time had arrived. We were ready. My team entered the tunnel, eagerly waiting to step out and hit the field. The champions league anthem started playing, and we walked out of the tunnel, both teams, one on the right, the other on the left, in line vertical lines, as straight as a pencil. The enormous, green, familiar pitch under my feet. The referee and linesman down the middle walked down the middle, the referee holding the ball. It felt surreal. As we walked out, the crowd had only become louder, it definitely felt like a professional experience, and I was honored to be involved in
Everyone has had that one life lesson or moral that they have learned one time or another. It might be “don’t judge a book by it’s cover,” or “when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. ” Mine happened to be “winning isn’t everything.” I learned my important life lesson on May 6, 2017. I remember the bright lights and the roaring crowd as my team and I walked on stage for what would be my last cheerleading competition.
Possession was the one thing on everyone’s mind. Time was evaporating, the other team and their fans started to get optimistic. The buzzer announced the end of the competition and the roar from our opponents deafened cries from our team and our fans. We had lost the first game for our program in fourteen years.
I could no longer hear Bryce, who remained right next to me. The crowd brought life, a new feeling of excitement and anticipation, never before seen or experienced at the freshman basketball level. Our coach called us into the locker room, but I could not hear him, for the crowd was too loud and excited for me to focus on anything but them. As a result, I just stood and stared, amazed like a kid at Christmas or family seeing a skyscraper in a big city for the first
The painful feeling of defeat. I could see the pure anguish in the eye of my teammates. I knew that we had lost. I knew it before the officials announced the results. During the ceremony, I felt numb and disappointed.
The cheers from the crowd and teams, and the adrenaline pumping through our veins. The chalk lines are drawn, the field has been dragged, its time to play now. Nobody knew about the pressure we felt for that game. Not because we weren 't confident, because we were. It was because we knew that the people around us, including the coaches, didn’t believe we could do it.
Thousands of people are waiting. Thousands of people are wearing jerseys and talking about their favorite football team, the Green Bay Packers. My family was part of the thousands on August 8, 2015. We had joined one of the many parties where people were excitedly waiting for Family Night at the Green Bay Packers Stadium. I really didn’t care about football at all, but I was still excited to go and watch with my family.
“Whooo!” The crowd goes wild with excitement. We jump for joy as we score another goal. The soccer ball slashes the net with a hard enough kick to go straight through. Lexi and I scream with excitement knowing we just tied the score two to two with only 3 minutes left in the game.
This is the reminiscence of my first soccer game that I refereed. I was volunteering for the local soccer league as they needed assistance. As a fourteen-year old, I did not know what to expect. All I could think about was the roaring of the parents, and how much pressure was on my shoulders to make the right calls. It was ironic since I was refereeing a game for thirteen-year old players.
With this new field, the team was able to get better at the game of soccer and focus on their challenges ahead. They had finally overcome one of the toughest struggles for their team, and found an amazing
The score is now 3-1, the crowd roars energizing us to play football unlike any other. People stare in disbelief. With an extraordinary kick, the ball is flung pass the keeper into the top corner of the goal. Our goalie saving the impossible as the other team fights for redemption. Football is something special that only the players and the spectator's
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.
The first two tryouts came and I was fairly confident I would make the team, but waiting for that email was one of the most nerve-wracking times in my life. I was sitting in my bed, waiting for the email to show up. I was a river of sweat. My heart was beating while I opened the message; Congratulations on making the boys soccer team; I was ecstatic and couldn’t wait to start the season.
This uncertainty stays with me while I take the sideline and the starters take the field. With each growing second I get more nervous and nervous, I’m starting to dread the moment I step on the field. Players begin to step off the field being subbed out by their fellow teammates. I'm now the first one in line as a see a tired soul jog off the field. Coach slaps my back and pushes me onto the turf.
I notice one of my teammates Sebastian scoring and the whole team starts celebrating. As five more minutes pass and finally remember hearing the final whistle and I see everyone celebrating as we have won the championship. As we were done celebrating and packing our stuff we went in a room where I could see the big
I was ready to play soccer with my team during PE and dashed right out the locker rooms. I was ready to hear Mr. Orluck’s loud voice to tell us to go to the soccer field so that I could bolt out to there and get to talk to all my friends. My heart was rushing and my legs were shaking with excitement to run to be the goalie of my team. I went and gave my attention back to Mr. Orluck to give us the signal to go straight out there. “Let’s go!