Friends I had made came from the sport I played. I never ended up asking for friends to come over because to me, practice was hanging out with my friends, doing an activity with a purpose. Most of my closest and truest friends, have come from soccer. We are all bred with the same thought process of the traditional values within the sport. As a result, we have become a more welcoming people, more willing to help others, and inclusive to others.
We smile when other athletes complain about running laps as punishment while we run twice that in warm-ups. It fascinates me that something so simple remains a constant and vital part of any athletic endeavor. Before there were balls to kick or throw, there were feet alone. Simplicity and freedom are the foundations of runners and their sport. There are no procedures, equipment, or even a team.
Football to me is just a chance to hit someone down. Football is a way to meet new people. I was a receiver and I loved catching the ball and running for the touchdown. Touchdowns were the best thing that I could do when I played football.
The game paused and my coach looked at me and he said “ Keagan go get gloves and a goalie shirt on”. During that time when he was talking to me I was so scared; I had played goalie before but not during the most important game of the season. I didn’t want to let any of my teammates down, so therefore i proceeded to be the goalie for the rest of the game. In that story I showed bravery. I showed bravery by going in
Most people are loyal to one sport, but when it comes to fundamentals in any sport, you can never go wrong with running. When I was in fourth grade I played soccer. I wasn’t too bad, and mostly played defense and a bit of center mid. I had terrible stamina when it came to running laps, and I wasn’t on the faster side either. I was as fast a CHEETAH!
The pinnacle of sports teams in my school area. When we arrived at the field my stomach was in knots. I looked around at the blank grassy field and I knew I was ready. I saw the other kids throwing lasers to each other and I knew I was accurate, but couldn’t throw nearly as fast.
Running against the wind with a ball at my feet is invariably the best feeling ever. Time spent on the soccer field is time spent for self-reflection. Being on the soccer field unaccompanied is an even better feeling. Through playing soccer, it has put a huge impact on my
I may not be the best at soccer or even the best on the team, but I can tell you this. I’ve been a leader before to other clubs and activities so I know how it is to run the show and be able to build a strong team after we have started with nothing. I speak the truth for all of you, and for everyone on this team who doesn’t have a voice. Two weeks ago I saw this team falling to the ground.
I discovered one of my passions by participating in a sport I swore i would never do: cross country. For the majority of my life I had played competitive soccer and it was part of my identity. I loved the feeling of sprinting down the field towards an attacking forward for the sole purpose of helping my team and I never wanted to give that up. Entering my freshman year of high school, I joined a soccer program that was filled with pressure to win games, and although I had a great time during the season with my teammates I sensed that something wasn’t right. 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?”
When I first thought about how soccer impacted my life, nothing really came to mind. I was that kid who mostly looked forward to the end of the game snacks and bringing around the goal jar. But when I actually began thinking about more about playing soccer I realized that soccer was the first place where I was fully submerged into something completely new. I learned how to make friends, how be a leader, and how to have good sportsmanship. These are all things that have made me into the person I am today and it all began on the soccer field.
This was the big game that we were all looking forward to. This team that we are playing are our rivals. If we were to win this game then we would be region champions. We all got into the bus and put our headphones in. No one said a word to anyone.
Almost Making It Happen I expected to get a few bruises, but not a getting a concussion. Before the soccer game, my idea of a concussion was getting bumped in the head, receive headaches, and it would heal up in a week and then you would go back to the way you were. I was wrong. At times, concussions can be deadly, and if you have them more than once, it will decrease your chance of keeping your brain healthy and surviving. Concussions can also give you migraines and make you dizzy.
My Great Passion I have lived in five different countries. Moving each time meant adapting to different places and making new friends. I was born in India and moved to UAE, Azerbaijan, Canada, and finally to the USA. The most exciting thing I done was transitioning to Canada. I have lived in many places but moving to North America was the most amazing because of the diversity.
It was a cold brittle day on January 10,2014 at 2:00 p.m in Ridgefield Park, New Jersey. My teammates and I and I were warming up for our soccer game. Our team name was called“Rapids and we have three wins, one tie, and four losses. All of a sudden, the referees called us to the sideline to check on our equipment.