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. Recovering wasn’t hard, the hardest part was keeping my strength. Through my surgery soccer has taught me many things that I use outside of soccer. One thing it taught me is to never quit, not just from the recovery but from many thing. I was very the best on the
I was gripping my stick with only my right hand watching the game from the half. I felt myself wishing the sun would peek out from the clouds instead of the blowing wind. It was the second half of the game and we had held off the other team after their two goal lead in the first half. I didn't know how much time we had left and that worry was in the corner of my mind. I observed as my teammates reached the other team's goal and I heard the loud popping noise of the ball hitting the post. A defensive player on their team swooped in a carried the ball quickly to the sideline. It was like a switch went off from watching to getting into position preparing to stop the other team from advancing to the goal if they passed my teammates.
Coach Simmons told me I was starting this game. It was my first real shot to prove my worth. About two minutes into the game, there was an errant pass that rolled towards the sideline. I started to sprint to the ball, trying to beat the guy I was covering. I got to the ball first and started to scoop it up, however I didn't see the guy about to hit my side.
We were winning 5-3 and this was all a friendly match with all my friends and our team was currently on the defense, defending our goal. I was about to claim position of the ball to put my team on the attack but when I placed my left foot next to the ball I got shoved and when I placed my right foot to
During the first five minutes of the 2nd half, we scored a goal. Also, the game was very physical people were getting shoved to the ground and kicked. But during the game the ball bounced off the side and almost was a goal for the other team but we saved it and before we saved it my team and I all screamed,” Go to the ball and get the ball out of the box” After, we played a Cincinnati United team at 3:15 at the end of the game the score was 5-1
My own body had failed me and I had failed the team. I 'm sure it didn 't seem like a big deal to anyone else but it was to me because I had faced this forward many a time and he had never flat out beaten me like that. It meant that if he could beat me then all the other offensive people on other teams could also beat me just as easy. After the game it was all I could think about.
I got my arm out from under my head and the second I looked at my radius and ulna, I felt excruciating pain shoot up my arm. “Call 911” my coaches yelled at each other as if they were both thinking the exact same thing. I was concerned but they were terrified. My parents were called.
The nurse in the other hand assured me it was just hyperextended, and that is what I fervently told my parents as well. Thursday came and passed and my parents remained suspicious of the severity of my injury. On Friday I recall playing dodgeball in PE, I was convincing my self to the best if my ability that I was fine. The
Adrenaline pulsing through my body and anxiety filling up in my stomach, I quickly throw on my football gear and head out to the practice field. It’s a nice hot day in Ocala, Florida, with the sun beating down on our necks, we stand side by side in line waiting to be picked to play second, third, or fourth string in a play. Waiting in anticipation, each of us grinding our teeth, watching first string pure athletes colliding against each other like gladiators to have possession of a ball made at one-time of “pig’s skin”. To some people, the game of American football makes no sense, whether it’s the idea of trying to protect a ball or running and passing it to make a goal for your team. People like this, see the concept of football and understand why millions of people love it; but to them the sport is pointless and causes way too many casualties. Coming from the most us who love the sport, it’s not the worry of getting hurt that you mainly
When I partially tore my ACL I had to show grit not to give up playing football. It was during warmups for a football game in 7th grade. The offense was all lined up with me as an outside receivor with Derrick on the inside. When Nick hiked the ball I raced to the cornerback ,who happened to be Ethan Goodwin, and started blocking him. Then the whistle blew so I looked over at Nick to see what happened and realized that that he had just thrown the ball. It was a bullet for Derrick who was sprinting directly at me. The ball was just a little too far so Derrick jumped. Right at me! I didn’t move so he slammed into my knee and that was the end of my 7th grade career. Looking back I realize that it took a lot of grit not to just give up playing
Before receiving this assignment I was living the dream. I was playing college basketball and living with two of my best friends and teammates. The night before we were first informed about the M.I.R.R.O.R. assignment I injured my knee for the third time, and my life completely turned upside down. I have been forced to move back in with my parents in Ankeny and have needed help with almost every daily task of my life. This reflection on my inner responses comes during a month-long period where my environment has drastically changed, and will include insight from my mother who has been helping me every step of the way.
I thought this would be a normal soccer game, that I wouldn’t hurt myself this time. I was 12, and we were at the soccer field in early June. When the game started, I was playing defense. An agile girl from the other team stole the ball and sped down the field towards our side. When she got to me, I tried to get the soccer ball back, but she got the ball and ran towards the goal. I knew I made a mistake and I ran as fast as I could after her.
I 'd always tried getting all the goals. I also Tried taking all the freekicks and penalties. One day in a game I had the ball with only one defender on me, so I try to get passed him by running round him as fast as I could with the wind blowing on my face and my jersey flying back and I see a player open nobody on him. At first I