If I was not playing soccer with my dad and brothers, I would watch games with my grandpa on TV. My dad was a soccer coach and, I grew up going to practices and watching him coach many teams until I was old enough to play on one of his teams. He always told me he wasn’t my dad during the game, he was a coach first and a dad second. As I grew older, I would go to my basement or my backyard to kick a ball around.
The last straw occurred when our goalie attempted to block another close goal by our opponents, but got him a sprained ankle in return. Unfortunately, officials determined he had to sit out for the rest of the game. His role in the game was crucial to our win. And with a wave, our goalie left us to perish with 10 minutes left; also, our opponents started with the ball to resume the game. Helpless and battered, exposed to a missile barrage of exhaustion, none of us could take this agony anymore.
The team continued to make errors upon errors and the game was suddenly tied. We hanged for over time. The refs told us to play the golden rule, and that is simply saying that whoever makes the first goal wins. Two minutes into the game and Cullman scores the winning goal. Game Over.
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.
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 other reason Jesse is so determined to be the fastest race driver in his class is that he likes to get his father observed. He wakes up every early morning in the summer, sliding out from the bed, immediately he hears that his father is out for work. Moving quietly so that his mother and sister should not wake up he goes down for a run to the cow field to stimulating himself for better speed and endurance. His running is interrupted by Belle’s call for
Paul stand up to his parents and goes to tangerine middle school on page 94.Because of this Paul becomes part of a community. This leads to Paul standing up to his dad by the end of the book. Paul's decision to join the soccer team affects paul because he can have a fresh start in soccer and school. Paul’s final step toward courage happens when he finally speaks up against his brother, Erik.on page 206 Erik Punches Tino, which causes Paul to stand up to Erik on page 212.
“Fhweeoooo! Halftime” , yelled the referee. Coming back from the field I knew that we were about to get a mouthful of yelling from Coach Vernon. Starting the game 0-2 in a championship game was not pleasant. “ WHAT WERE YOU GUYS DOING ON THE FIELD” , he yelled viciously. “ I want to see everybody on the field hustling and playing the game of soccer seriously so that we can bring home the trophy”, he said.
Reflective Narrative Imagine I was running intently down the soccer field and when I got to the goal I fired off my best shot only to realize I missed and the ball landed right in the goalies hands as if it was meant to be. Then as I walked off the field I thought to myself that would have been such an easy shot for all my other teammates but I missed. Comparing yourself is bad all in its own especially when the person you are being compared to has more experience and lots of advantages over you cause it can lower yourself esteem next time try not to compare yourself, practice, and know you tried your absolute best.
However, during the Districts race, around the beginning of the third mile, I experienced a pain in my side unlike any pain I had ever felt before. It was a difficult race to finish, as I wanted to give up. It would have been acceptable if I gave up, as we later learned I experienced a diaphragm spasm. Instead, I remembered the goal I set for myself, to be fully present in every workout and race, and to push through every obstacle I faced. So, I ran on, finished with a career personal record.
It was a Fall night wear the stars were out and all you could ever do is hear coach yelling to stop moving away from our positions. That night we were training for a very important soccer tournament that was only a couple weeks away. Coach smith liked to win but i think what he liked most was that we tried our best. We were a very hard team to defeat but we had our moments where we would lose games by a landslide.
Derrick Anderson’s greatest desire is also his greatest fear. When Derrick’s youngest son was hours before his death, Lee asked his dad if he would win one more Super Bowl, just for him. Derrick promised the young, lifeless young boy his greatest wish. This season was Derrick’s last chance to fulfill his promise, his greatest desire. Yet, he feared failure and the possibility of living knowing he hadn 't kept his promise.
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!
“Touchdown Lafayette!” This was the start to my high school career and we were losing in the first half of the game. It took them forever to score so I believed that the defense could go hard and stop them just once. We knew if we lost it would be some smack going on social media so someone had to step up.
My teammates tackled me celebrating, leaving the ball in the back of the net and the goalie with her head between her hands. The scoreboard ticked the last few seconds away before letting out a sound of excitement that was prior a sound of disappointment. Losing in the sectional finals was devastating, but it motivated me in the off season. Coaches always say “we can learn from this loss” and I never took it seriously. Our failure set us up for more success than imagined.