That evening we were all tired, so we sat down a listen to some music. As soon as we were going to start our second half the music stops and there was a state alert. We gathered together and listen quietly ' ' Hello state of California it is your
So he went back to playing soccer after a few weeks he was out and wanted to go back onto the field so when it was time Ramos still didn’t remember anything but to play soccer so his first game back all he heard was the sound of the whistle and he blacked out for 10 seconds while he blacked out he started to remember who he was the next blackout was when he had the ball the ball at his feet and was running he gave the ball to Ronaldo and as soon as the ball left his boot smack he started to remember more about himself and then it came to the winning goal Ramos was in the box and bale crossed it to him and out of nowhere Ramos hit the beautiful glorious bicycle kick straight into the right top corner it was the winning goal by Sergio Ramos and when the final whistle went all of a sudden Ramos remembered everything all the doctors he went to so he could get his memory back but it didn’t work and as soon as he remembered everything he realized the only way he could start remembering things was when he heard the sounds of being and playing a soccer game So Ramos went home that night and went to bed with his wife she was so happy for him that he got his memory back as soon as they stopped talking Ramos and his wife went to bed and remembered all the times they spent and shared with each
My life revolved around soccer. However, in the spring of freshman year I was burning out. I had finished the fall season of high school, winter league was over and I was trying to balance spring club soccer with high school track. Without a break and feeling overwhelmed, I grew disinterested in soccer as it became a stressful environment for me as the older girls had to join our team
It was a rainy spring morning and I was playing in a soccer tournament with my brother, the rest of our team, and my dad as the coach. TWEET, TWEET, TWEET! We were all ecstatic when the referee blew the whistle to end the most important game of the season because we won the game! We all ran off the field and my dad told us to calm down and shake hands with the other team. “It’s good sportsmanship”, my dad said.
It happened on June 11, 2015. My lacrosse team won our regional quarter final game the previous day—I scored my personal best of five goals and was named Player of the Game. As a reward for the win, my coach gave us a three hour practice the next day that was strictly conditioning—leaving the seniors 30 minutes to go home, shower, change, and drive to our Senior Dinner at Bowdoin College. I raced home from practice, my sweat sticking to the car leather seats, music blasting, and the wind in my hair. I had the future on my mind: playoffs, graduation, summer, and college.
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
They met in the afternoon and Ashton brought his new soccer ball, which cost ten dollars, along for the game. The nearby park was closed for maintenance so Ashton led everyone to his backyard instead. After an intensive warm-up exercise, they started practising for the upcoming inter-class soccer match and were determined on winning. “We have to defeat 5 Awesome this time round,” they chanted as they kicked the ball from player to player, each hoping they would not destroy any of Ashton’s mother’s plants and vegetation.
The team met in the lobby at 8 a.m., dressed, fed, and ready to play. Hastily, my mother and I drove to the fields. Our team played hard, and we won the first, second, and the third game so we moved on to the finals! The pressure was was on due to the fact that the game was tied 1-1 with 3 minutes left in the
I still remember it like it was just yesterday. It was a sunny but chilly November day. Before school, my dog Molly and I would go outside and play ball until the bus came. Before I would throw the green ball my arm was always oscillating before I actually threw it.
Then we just scored and scored so at the end of the game it was 54-12 they never scored again we shook hands, and all i could hear was the crowd cheering for us. After that we got on the bus to head to chandler to get out things and head home. It was a short and loud bus drive to chandler. It was a happy day we all went home with smiles on our faces and we beat west everyone was happy I went home ate took a shower and went to
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!
My first year of high school soccer, my team and I won AAC for the Junior Varsity and Varsity. On Thursday, October 20, 2016 was our last game of the year. We had a great season so far, but if we won this game it would beat all. The soccer game was at the Howland Middle School soccer stadium. We played on a sunny day with the bleachers full of people.
In early September my family and I took a trip up to State College, Pennsylvania for the Rutgers Penn State game. Even though it was not the outcome I wanted for my Scarlet Knights, we still had a great time. Just being there for only a couple minutes, I quickly learned that when you travel for an away game with your desired sports team, you are going to feel like the minority. Kickoff was at eight o’clock in the evening, so that meant my day started at eleven in the morning in “Happy Valley.”
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.