Joe to get set, I heard the cries of my other teammates who desperately wanted to win. With the scoreboard at 1:43 in the second half, the referee gave us the all clear to begin the play. The ball was inserted swiftly into play, with a drive. It was well received, but as my teammate started to get a shot, slow motion began in my head. I heard the clack of the ball being bolted at the St. Joe goalie.
I decided to try the sport after I realized all of my friends were having so much fun playing. Once I strapped on the helmet and shoulder pads, I was hooked. Let me tell you first off, I loved football, but we were not a good team in my youngers days. I started in second grade, and from then all the way up to sophomore year, we only won about one game every year. There is just something about it though, that kept me coming
We were winning 2-1. It was a couple of minutes later and they shot the ball and the soccer ball went over my head and it hit the crossbar. I was so relieved. Then our teammate slid into one of the other player’s and they got a penalty kick. I got so nervous because I thought they were going to make it.
It feels good to make some history today,” said Dixon. The women played a near perfect game for a rowdy home crowd this weekend. Carly Donaldson led the Bruins scoring two tries and two conversions for a total of 14 points. Khadeisha Thompson and Stormm Cerrelli both scored two tries each, followed by Storme Winn, Leah Avila and Jessica MacNeil each scoring a try of their own. “It felt good to score in today’s game, it was hard fought for sure,” said Thompson.
My team got the tip-off. After the tip I scored right as soon as I got the ball because I was wide open. Then, I ran back to the other end of the court to play defense but, as soon as I got back my team had a steal, so I ran as fast as I could to get in front of the ball to get another fast break point. I had the first eight points. To shorten things, I finished the half with 16 points.
Running onto the field, I can 't believe we won it - the High School Girls ' Rugby Championship. We all celebrate our exciting moment of victory, but months later the tryouts for the summer travel team would happen. The fun-filled first day was also nerve-wracking, but we all have each other like a family. Then, the next day of tryouts with starting sprints and stretching. Next, the contact portion - tackling with passing - came upon us faster than we thought.
However, we had faith and were ready for anything the other team could throw at us. My soccer team won the coin toss to see who got the ball first. The game started out pretty even with neither team having a clear advantage. The last time we played this team it was a very close game, but we had worn them down and scored a goal late in the game. I was worried that this time they would do that to us since we were playing without any
It is a long story,” I asked Ryan. “Carlos, I want to hear every bit of it,” Ryan told me. This is the story about me, Carlos, a 12 year old kid from Miami who broke his ribs. It was just yesterday, and my soccer team was playing the best team in the state. It was very hot outside; around 100 degrees.
Now my senior year all my hard work has payed off as I am a starter on the defense and special teams. I know that just as I did, the underclassmen are struggling with all their might so they can snatch the starting spot from under me. Understanding that I must begin every practice as if my job were on the line I go out onto the field every day with a fiery passion. Although I
It was after that season that I realized, that through the first 3 years of my high school soccer career, I had been trying to please someone and I wasn’t focused on enjoying what was in front of me. I had wanted those seasons to end so I could be done with the humility of playing on junior varsity, but now there isn’t much time left. I have only one more season left before my competitive sports career is over. This last season won’t be about pleasing my coach, it will be about enjoying the final ride with my teammates and friends that I have grown up playing with since the age of 7. Sometimes in life, you don’t appreciate stuff until it’s gone and luckily my failures helped me realize that my time playing soccer is about to be gone and I want to be able to enjoy
How was I going to ever beat this kid? I had once watched him throw the ball so hard it bounced off the back of the pin pit and back onto the lane. Kyle was going to get the best of me. Once I had made it to the fourth game, the first three games standing had been posted. Kyle had beaten me quite well, but I had beaten everyone else by thirty to forty pins.
As the others and I got on the field, Coach Robbie held me back and reminded me in encouraging words, “ Be a leader out there.” I nodded to show I understood and jogged back on the field, “Let’s go guys!”. In 25 minutes out of the 30 minutes of the half we had tied USAI 1-1 giving our team the final burst of energy to win the game. I had loved every second of it, the grass making me see green everywhere, the yells of my parents on the sideline, but most of all the competition. A short while later my teammate suddenly was flattened to the ground by a player on the other team. The whistle shrieked and the ref ran to the side of my teammate.
I tried out for four club teams, and I didn’t earn a spot on any of them, but I believed my skills were improving. By chance, I found one club that was having their tryouts much later than all the others, and when I showed up, I was the only one there. They asked me to play for them, and I agreed, but it was more like private lessons. Every Monday, I would go and practice for a couple of hours with a student coach. Occasionally, I would play scrimmages for other teams, but most importantly, I enjoyed those weekly practices.