In middle school, I was a starting small forward on the basketball team. As a member all throughout middle school, my reputation with my teammates was at its peak. As a senior on the team, I was now given the opportunity to be the team’s captain. However, I was also on the school’s track team. With high hopes from both teams' coaches, I was stuck in a dilemma.
I was certain I was bound to play a great amount because I was sure the coach was not insane by playing the same players all three games. It was Tuesday night and the coach gave the starting line up before the referee blew the whistle. Yet again, my name was not mentioned, I was going to be sitting on the bench with my sweater on. The referee blew the final whistle. I was going to all the practices, giving it my all and once again I did not play in the game.
During my senior year, there was a new sport being introduce to my school. The ladies’ soccer coach, Mrs. Taft decided to start a cross country team. I knew this was nothing compared to my evening jogs at home, so I was not so sure if I was willing to try out for the team. I knew a majority of the soccer players would participate, and I knew I did not have as much potential as they did.
Growing up in a family that enjoys watching soccer and playing the sport is hard not to volunteer for a team. By the age of fourteen I was helping out an organization with coaching youth children and office paper work too. Also, I was in the soccer team that the organization had for kids my age. I would have to say that at first I had not choose, but to help out because the person who was in charge of organizing the teams was looking for more volunteers at that time. My sister who was helping out, decided to ask me to join them and my parents thought it was a great ideas for me to help out.
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.
At Carmel High school, Chandler Grey was the guy with it all, he was the star striker for the soccer team, he was dating the captain of the cheerleading squad, all the guys wanted to be just like him, but, he was flunking, If his grades stooped any lower he would be benched on the championship game, and no one would want that. Ryan had a big Algebra final coming up and if he didn’t pass he wouldn’t be able to play in the big championship game. Ryan had been studying every moment of everyday, yet he still wasn’t confident he would pass. He knew the formulas and he knew the expressions, but something in the back of his head was screaming at him to study more. He felt as though the weight of the soccer teams future was on his shoulders.
Salou Ibrahim Salou K, Johnson Language E.F. 14 November, 2016 Have you ever imagine how soccer field fells and look like. Well im going to tell you right now. The soccer field is so amazing. The field for soccer may be different. There are turf and grass field, personally I like the grass field better, because as you play on the turf one it will fell weird.
Life is like a soccer game you want a certain result but you never know the end result it can be what you wanted or it could be totally different. MY freshman year in the soccer team was like a soccer game for me i expected to get a bad result but i got a pretty good results with a couple here and there. All the activities and the running in trouts are nearly impossible to live through but even in the soccer games at northbranch and brandon we had to live through it but you have to tough it out. in mid august we all got a notification on our teams group chat that tryouts were during next 3 days 2 times a day from 8am through 10 am and then in the afternoon 4pm to 6pm.
It started when i was 5, as soon as i was eligible to play the lowest level, i did, as soon as i started kindergarten something else begun too. Soccer. For as long as i can remember i have played this game. For as long as i live on this earth i will still play this game. Well for me, it was never a game, it was school, it was religion, and for hundreds of millions of other people it is the same experience.
Competitive soccer can be hard. Especially if you have been doing it for already seven years at such young age. The hardest part of soccer for me is the stress, the pressure, and the expectations of my parents. Of course, since my parents pay so much for me to play competitive soccer, the only sport i’ve played, and the sport that I have a compassion for, they have expectations that can be hard to reach. My mom is the one that cares most.
This year was great some of my highlights are basketball and touch rugby. I’m proud that i moved to room 43 because i have gotten smarter stronger and faster also i have meet some new friends that helped me thru the year i will miss some of them. The most challenging thing was the tests because I had to think hard. I’ve achieved my goal of being better at soccer because I’ve been play with Reece and Guy and they have helped me aswell. I want to to the same goal as this year getting better at soccer and hopefully I can find Reece and Guy To up my Soccer skills because i think if you play with better people you get better as well.
I used to run down the sideline shaking the goal jar, now I run around with a cash box at every school event asking for donations for the senior class. I’ve realized that some things never actually change, they just evolve to become something bigger. Soccer challenged me, brought me a great amount of happiness, and truly inspired me to be the leader I am
Soccer isn’t just knowing how to pass the ball, it's the fluidity of how well one team can work together, what key components make a team mesh mell, why the teams would strive for perfection, how hard one will be willing to work to put forth their best effort for the entirety of the team, and what will they be willing to sacrifice. It's what separates the talented players from the great players. Passion and drive are important because without it, you can’t ever hope to achieve something you have no desire for. The passion to continue my work, to continue my pursuit in a career of criminology, to strive to be the best I can do all stem from the work ethic that I developed through the teachings of soccer. With utmost passion, everything else will
I was trying to pass it up the field, but every kick came right back at me. The score 1-1, i’m desperately trying to keep the ball away from our goal but I kept missing the ball as the players weaved around me they get to the twenty yard line and shooting. Our biggest kicker on the team took the goal kick and the ball went straight to Aiden on the half field line. He took it up the field shot at the eighteenth and he shoots!!!
I would help encourage my classmen to do the same and this pointer allowed two other freshmen make the team. My sophmore year I transferred to a different school and this caused me to start over on another basketball team. I made the varsity squad as a starter because I would help motivate and teach the other girls how to do drills and basic fundamentals. My coaches assigned me as a team