A Descriptive Analysis Of A Soccer Player

I step up to the penalty kick mark and sense a drip of sweat travel down my face. This is my team's last shot, and if I do not make this we will lose. It is the biggest game of our careers, and somehow the outcome is all resting on me. I sense a pit in my stomach, like I am going to throw up, but I slowly make my way up to the line and take a deep breath in. You can do this. You've been preparing for this your whole life, I tell myself. I swing my leg back and with a force that I didn't know I had in me, I kick the ball. It flies through the air like an arrow being released from a bow, ready to kill. It lands in the upper left corner of the goal as the goalie dives the other way. I stand on the field, surveying everyone cheering, jumping, and

One lovely afternoon I was at my indoor soccer game. I was in an indoor league with some of my friends and we were tearing every team we played. That day we were going to play against an academy team, which have very good players.I had arrived about two minutes before the game. I was pretty late because I had gone to go eat before with my brother. So because of that I didn’t start and I wasn’t warmed up either. Nathan, my coach was like “Hey man did you go sew your clothes?,” in a jokingly was because I was late. The game had begun now and it was already intense. It was back to back If I do say so. The first half was an exciting one as it was all tied up two to two. I had played about half of the half. Now came the second half, and later on I went on the pitch. Some kid and I jumped up into the air to win the ball. We both did, and when I fell down, I guess I landed on my hand the wrong way. I felt a sudden pain on my hand. My wrist was all jacked up. It was horrendous as I looked down at my hair in shock as It looked like the top of mountains.I couldn’t feel my hand, It hurt quite a lot when i attempted to move it. My teammates, the opponents, my coach, the referee, and my brother all gathered around me to see what had happened. I wasn’t crying or anything but I sure wanted to. Actually I really did haha. My brother questioned “ oh dang man, you good?,” and well I just looked at him in pain, I didn’t know what to say. When the ambulance arrived at the

Overtime Patriots receive. I'm on the edge of my seat, I’m dying for the end hoping the Pats can pull it off. A minute goes by not much progress but we are almost at the 50 until we manage to pass for 30 yards and I almost fall out of my seat but I drop my popcorn, “crap” ”at least my parents aren't home”. After a bit me get to the 2 yard line, i’m basically off my couch and praying for the pats to not screw up. Thankfully we don't. We hand the ball off to White and he dives into the endzone. I jump up and scream in joy. So happy i’m almost

Boise State's ball first and ten Cozark snaps the ball pass incomplete, now it is second down and ten Cozark passes the ball and first down Boise State. Cozark hands it off and Hercules Mata’afa gets a tackle for loss. Second down and ten i'm watching Boise State on offence and us on defence hoping boise state does not get a touchdown. Then we get the ball back after a stop. First down incomplete, second down incomplete,third down incomplete. When we punt Kyle Sweet kicks it off and the ball flying in the air I am getting blocked and the player that was getting blocked by got hit by the ball and the cougs get the ball back with not very much time left. Then tyler hilinski hikes it, incomplete, second down he throws the ball deep to the endzone for the freshman jamire calvin and he catches it for a touchdown cougars with one minute left martin stadium goes electric. Boise state just knees the ball until overtime. I win the toss again and win and select to defer. Boise state first play run up the middle, second down incomplete, third down pass complete for six yards. Boise State kicks the field goal and its good, thirty four to thirty in OT. Our first offense possession we need a field goal to tie touchdown to win. We end up going

The game started under windy conditions at Glendale Park. Denver kicked off the first half to San Francisco, who promptly knocked it on. Unfortunately, Denver couldn’t capitalize and eventually gave up a penalty just outside their 22m line, right in front of the sticks for Volney Rouse to convert the penalty (3-0 SF). Two penalties from San Francisco resulted in 2 lineouts for Denver, who eventually capitalized on the second and scored a try, courtesy of Zach Fenoglio (7-3 Denver, Magie conversion good). Successive penalties from Denver resulted in the captain Pedrie Wannenburg receiving a yellow card for repeated infringement. San Fran immediately capitalized and scored a try courtesy of Orene Ai’i (10-7 SF, Rouse conversion good). Denver gets a penalty for San Fran not releasing the tackle and Magie converts the penalty evening the score at 10 all. After each team with a scrum at the Denver 5m line, San Fran comes out on top with a try by Pila Longi (17-10 SF, Rouse conversion good). Not long after Luke White gets his second try off a lineout and good passing and phases to the outside (17 all, Magie conversion good). Denver commits another penalty in front of the sticks for Rouse to convert

Well.. the winner! Let's play,” their coach yelled, as they began to play. It was crazy, the whole time both teams were tied. It came down to the last, finale seconds. Anzly took a deep breath in and out, then gave her friend Jessica the nod, that meant, go. They raced down the field passing back and forth, Anzly was lined up for the shot, the only thing between her and the goal was open space. Although her legs, and feet felt numb and rubbery, she gave the last kick all she had left as the clock counted down, 4...3...2...1. The ball went soaring through the air, going so fast you could hear it as it zipped toward victory. The goalie didn't even know what was going on as it flew right past her head and pushed into the back net, scoring the winning goal! Everyone went nuts as they ran toward Anzly to congratulate her. Anzly felt a new sense of pride and confidence as she was lifted into the air and felt the cool breeze on her face. She heard the echoing of her teammates and friends cheering her

The game was going quick and the score was 4 to 5, but now we were winning. We had to keep them from scoring, but our defender wasn’t going after the ball. She depended on the goalie to get it, but the ball soared over her head and went into the goal. The score was now tied 5 to 5, and under five minutes left to play. We had to score.

    The game is in our favor until the second half. We kept them with no score, but then the got two touchdowns. The score was 7-12 by then. We had to tie it up with a big 3rd down. Jaylen, our quarterback, throws a long pass to Solo our tight end . Solo elusively dodges the defenders and scores a touchdown. All that was left for us to do was make the field goal that would put us up by one. Our kicker, Devon sets up to kick. Everyone on the edge of their seats waiting to see the outcome of this play. He kicks the ball and then… It goes in! “Kick is good!” the referee shouts. “Holy Cross up 13-12, what an amazing

I can already see us running and screaming on the field tackling our goalie in our heavy clunky gear. We all are so excited that we won. But wait i say to myself the game's not over get back in it. Now Simi has the ball but were winning by one. Then, I hear it the ref shouts in a loud energetic voice “2 minutes.”

“ Come on! Come on!” The parents from the other team screamed. I got really nervous, I knew my team was ready, they just had to push their limits. Everyone looked so tired on my team, and some on the other. But the one girl with the ball did not slow down. I remember the last game we tied with them. The same girl that was coming at me now was the girl who shot the last goal. She always shot in the right corner, but she kept switching it when she scored that last goal. It happened the last 30 seconds of that game, and when she shot it last game, I knew I couldn't let that happen again.

Imagine you’re on a football field it’s the championship game, you take a look at the opponents they are getting their gear on. Alright boys you turn around your coach is telling you to bring it in he calls out the 5 captains he says go up and flip the coin. You see your family cheering you on the referee says it’s your call do you want to football or would you like to kick? I said we would like the ball the ref says to are opponent’s what way would you like to kick right or left? Are opponents says with the wind so right. It’s the first quarter of the game are team is starter on the 20 yard line. All right guys lets go with a run to the right break.

It was a primetime game at Olympic park, the turf was nicely groomed, weather perfect for soccer, and the dusk was arriving when the Inferno, a highly praised team (and a little bit dirty), squared up against the nationally known Sockers F.C. Right as the game started on that perfect September 3rd day, parents and family members could tell it would be exciting. Within the first five minutes, the Soccers had scored a goal of a beautiful pass by number 21 to put them up 1-0. That goal was quickly answered by an Inferno goal to tie up the score 1-1. As the game went on, people watching the game couldn’t decide who was better. Halftime break served the perfect purpose for underdressed people to go run and get sweatshirts or blankets from their

We were winning up until the 75th minute. Arcadia had a free kick about 30 yards out. Their best player steps over the ball, and he backs up to run into the shot. He shoots and he scored from the free kick tying the game 1-1 with 10 minutes to go. I was beyond mad. It was the first goal that I had let in; I felt like I had let my team down, which I did; because, I should have saved the shot. Now are team was 1-0-2. Not the start we were looking for. Looking for a win; our next game was Tomah. We beat Tomah 3-1. Then we played central, and lost 2-0; and we also played Onalaska; and lost to them 3-0. After those two games my moral was very low, and it consequently brought the teams moral down as well. Then we went up to Amery; this team was supposed to be the best team in our sectional.

People have always loved to play games. The human race has created hundreds of thousands of games to entertain themselves and to compete with one another. The most beloved games are those of physical sports. One of these sports, that has become a worldwide phenomenon, is the game soccer. The entire world gathers every four years to send out their best team, and to see which country is the ultimate champion. To play the game of soccer, there needs to be referees to ensure that the players are safe and are following the rules. Though this was once a highly respected position, in Virginia, working as a referee is no longer worth the time, due to a lack of respect, no support system, and the constant variations and changes to the rules.

My penalty kick cost us the game, the finals, and the trophy. Wild thoughts ran through my head as I tried to come to terms with my failure. I knew I had let my team down. As a result, I shut myself out. I began to perform poorly at practice and I lost touch with my teammates.