My parents and friends knew the struggles I was going through with soccer and they all said the same thing, “why don’t you try cross country?” My answer was the same each time, “I would never even consider doing cross country, that's not going to happen. Sophomore year started and again I put myself through the pressures of making a soccer team. That year, the program cut 21 girls and I was put on a team mostly filled with freshman. I was devastated by this because I had worked relentlessly for four months during soccer pre-season
These hopes did not turn out as planned the transition was tough and once again I felt alone when I signed up from my school team. Again I was the only African American who signed up for the team and out of fear of being known as the “ black kid on the team” I did not join. With my club the feelings were different, my team had just started to play competitive and the lonely feeling began to drift. Little by little I began to see more people like me, and saw that they were also going against the norm of a sport belonging to Latinos. My first year in high school and competitive soccer taught me valuable things and those helped me answer the question that was still being asked to kids like
Fidel wished he would stay asleep but he knew he had important task to finish, if he will sleep that he will eventually not get it done and his day would be wosten. Fidel knew that today was not the day for him to be a couch potato and rest. He knew that he had to go to his friends house to go play a game of cascaritas. Throughout Fidels childhood his father introduced him to the world of soccer. Fidel was really amazed and passioate about the fact that he is being tought soccer.
PRESSURE Crack!! I heard the twisting of bones coming from every tackle that knocked the players down.It was professional football players that I watched on my T.V. with my older brother bored out of our minds.We decided to go to the park and play soccer,and after watching that game of football I hoped that our friends were not and would not invite us to play,and of course they did.I did not think that our friends would pressure me so much just to play football. My older brother,Luis,and I were both tired of being inside all day ,so we decided to go outside.It was a Sunday afternoon and we were watching a re-run of the NFL game from last week. “Are you getting bored?” Luis asked me .
Years later one Sunday morning, Jacob did not see his favorite running back on the field. He went online to several sports websites, and the breaking news was that this running back had been accused of domestic abuse and had been suspended for two games. Two games later, the running back returned to the game like nothing had happened. He never received a sentence from the courts. Jacob felt torn, he felt happy the player came back to the game because it meant his team would have a better chance of winning, but he felt uneasy about feeling happy a player got away with domestic abuse.
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 so he asked me what my name was and I said Ronaldo, he didn’t believe me till he came to my house and asked my brother. When i came out to the
This quoted evidence illustrates the struggle paul went through to play soccer because of his visual impairment.In the novel Paul must leave Lake windsor Middle school because of its sinkholes.this act forces paul to move to a new school named Tangerine Middle School. Paul believes his eyesight is good but no one else believes him and that makes it a bigger struggle for Paul more than it already is.However Paul joins another soccer team.”Mrs.bright,this is Paul Fisher from Lake Windsor Middle School.He wants to play on your soccer team.”(103).This quote reveals even though Paul was visually handicapped he was still able to find a way to play soccer. This is really important toward the theme because people become limited on what they can and cannot do when it comes to a handicapped person and everyone should be treated the same. Tangerine by Edward Bloor is a novel that would receive a rating of 7 I didn't give a score of 10 because the book overdoses and sibling conflict and soccer from beginning to end. However I did enjoy how the author described Paul Fisher as to being easy going and open minded even though everyone else wanted to limit him on what he could and could not do according
6th grade football tryouts It was a humid day in the middle of August and football tryouts were tomorrow.It was 6th grade and I was really nervous,It wasn't because I had never played football ,I had played football for three years prior to that.I was nervous because it was my first time playing school football and I had just transferred schools because the school I was going to be nasty,wretched,and unkempt. When I got home from school my mom had gotten me a brand new white and black glossy chin guard and a juicy and sour lemon flavored mouthguard.My mom also gave me a talk when I told her I was nervous.She told me that I was a great athletic kid who could do anything he puts his mind to. I asked my mom to make a big breakfast for me and boy did she deliver.I woke up,got in the shower,got dressed with my favorite blue water
As the scrimmage began, Johnson’s emotions got the best of him, as his anxiety made him miss every shot he took. He was useless on the court, no defense, bad passing, and bad shooting. Tryouts soon concluded and Johnson knew that he failed to make the high school team. He left the gym in frustration and anger, As he got home, his mother immediately ran towards him, excited as can be. “Well how’d you do?” she asked him.
One time when I was in 6th grade; playing with my soccer team in traverse city for the cherry cup festival. My team was in the championship game.We were all ready to win the game that day. I was so scared and pumped at the same time because I was ready to win but scared we might lose. In the middle of that game our goalie got hurt. The game paused and my coach looked at me and he said “ Keagan go get gloves and a goalie shirt on”.
Going into college, athletics were always first priority to me; but after being a regular starter on my soccer team entering my junior year, my priorities were completely reversed. My first two years of college saw me as one of four players (out of a class of 22 players) to be on the varsity soccer team, meaning that I was exposed to long bus rides, missing classes for team events, and constantly being a lesson behind other students in my class. I had trouble balancing soccer, work, and school during that time, as I was only able to maintain a 3.1 GPA. I decided that putting all my effort in soccer was not the correct route to take, as school was going to lead me further in life. For the next two seasons, I was on a