Descriptive Essay About Football

I had apprehensively tried out for high school soccer, knowing that kids from surrounding towns, who had all played travel on flashy, winning, teams, would be my competition. All I had wanted was to make that freshman team, to be part of a soccer program that in recent years had been a championship winning team. Fortunately my hard work payed off and I made that team. It was during my time in the school soccer program that I had not only grew as a player but met some of the people that I now call my best friends. The team required dedication,

Soccer is a popular sport that is played all around the world. People from South America and other parts of the globe call this sport football. This game requires sports equipment, rules that need to be acknowledged, and each player obtains an assigned position. I was a part of Maine East freshman soccer team for a year. Not only is the sport exciting to play, but it is also interesting to watch the World Cup.

After working hard and going undefeated all season, the time had finally come. The Middle School Girls' Soccer Tournament in fifth grade was our team's chance to play others from Knoxville and beyond. Although I didn't want that amazing season to end, I was bursting with excitement. All that we had played and fought for was going to be tested after an exhausting week of practice. However, the weekend didn't go as smoothly as planned.

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

Most people believe soccer is nothing but just a game , but for me, it's more than a game it's a passion. Soccer involves hard work , dedication , and long hours out in the field. It takes hard work to be out in the field playing with a ball aggressively and with skills. Soccer is a sport where there is no giving up , in order to be successful, you need to practice intensely to get stronger and better every day. There's times where you want to give up, but you just can't you need to find some type of motivation to keep you going. My coach is the person who has made an impact in my life . By that it changed me in many different ways. He has been able to motivate me , support me , and not letting me fail.

Have you ever felt like you’re not good enough, not knowing just how much potential you have? One of the most salient experiences of my life was making the Island Coast High School football team, because it taught me that to succeed you must be confident in yourself. The old me would have thought, “ I’m not good enough,” because I never thought that I could compete with kids that already played football. I suppose that I always felt like i couldn’t compete with football players because whenever I would play football in eighth grade, I would not be able to keep up with them. Little did I know, all of that was about to change the day I made my way to the middle of the humid, scorching fied, staring into the eyes of North Ft. Myers Highs’ freshman football team.

Our school was never very good at sports and only about five girls would be cut. I was jittery the day that the varsity roster was to be posted; I wanted nothing more than to be part of the team. After classes ended, I walked to the athletic board, where the varsity roster would be posted. I anxiously scanned the list for my name. I scanned it again. As my eyes ran over the page a third time, my heart began to sink. I hadn’t made the team. I was one of five girls who were cut from the varsity team. In a daze, I went to practice. Instead of focusing like I usually did, I went through the motions. The five of us who made up the junior varsity team had a separate practice with the assistant coach. After the sting of failure finally faded, I began to work harder than before. I showed up early to practice and stayed late every day. Every weekend I spent at least two hours on the field practicing. I was determined to make the coaches regret putting me on the “JV” team. As the season ended, I didn’t stop working to become better. Any day that was not too cold, I could be found on the field. When spring came, I joined the soccer team, hoping to improve on my endurance and speed. Over the summer, I spent at least two hours every day running and practicing. When the field hockey season rolled back around, I was ready to show off my skills and make the varsity

Soccer. fast moving, strategy, competitive, I loved those aspects in the game. In the month of March, when all the soccer tryouts began, I decided to try out for an older team which was 2 years older-my brother's team- just for fun. I went out on the day of the trial and surprisingly, I made the team. Feeling as if I had won the million dollar lottery, filled with excitement, on the side with fear because there were boys who were enormous and strong on my team. The only reason they were bigger, because I was 2 years younger.

U-15 team camp will continue to play a major role in my life. I expected team camp to be a magical time,therefore, I would build new friendships and learn valuable skills to help my soccer career excel. However, it was a challenge to change my teammate's minds with a gorgeous goal. The soccer field was covered in dew, due to the mid-August humidity. As I sat down to stretch, I realized everyone was staring at me. I thought the glares were because I was new to the team. However, I neglected to realize what they truly meant. No one believed was deserving to play for such an elite team, as I was only an eighth grader and they were all about to start their journey to high school. This made my stomach turn and I began to go haywire. I knew they

I demonstrated perseverance, diligence, and determination in the face of unfavorable odds. This experience helped me to not only build respect for my teammates and coaches but also to build a sense of willpower. I learned that a team relies not just on one individual, but a multitude of persons, and each one helps contribute to its success. I also learned how to cooperate with a group of people to work towards a common goal. For my dedication and improvement in during the season, I was recognized as the “Most Improved” player on the freshman team.

I was 15 at the time and was in my sophomore year of high school. Our boys varsity soccer team was having a terrific season. We were hoping to make a run for state, which had not been done in my high school’s history. I did not have much playing time while I was on the varsity team. With this said, I am going to share some background to my position on the varsity team. I first had to prove to the coaches that I would be an asset to the varsity team. I stepped up my intensity during the jv games. I was getting noticed by the varsity coaches and soon was asked to join the varsity practices. This was a great accomplishment for me as some of my teammates were chosen sooner to join varsity practices. Once I started practices, I tried veracity

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.

Then, sophomore year came. In August, I was sitting on my older sister’s desk with her creasing and creaking black chair. I was borrowing her mac and I checked the Park Center’s website to see when the soccer meeting was. I made sure I went to the meeting so I could play. The meeting was on a Sunday and I went with my mom. I received the schedule and looked to see when tryouts were. It was the first tryout day, I was pretty nervous because I haven 't played soccer in a long time. My dad dropped me off and I was late. I notice that I didn 't have any soccer equipment. I went to the coaches on the field and received my tryout number. The players that helped me were very kind and they ran with me again, even though they already ran. We did stretches and I didn 't know any of the stretches and tried to look like I did. When we were finished, I looked around and I didn 't see anybody that I knew. Our next warm-up was passing drills, and I did not know what to do, I was like a lost puppy searching for it’s mother. Two days later, it was the third and the last tryout day. The coaches split us into three groups. Once everyone all got into the

Uh, it was a warm day, but... I live in san diego what was I to expect? Today we were going to start our new soccer unit in PE, and I was thrilled to do soccer at school. I already played club soccer and we were on break. I never would've thought something could go wrong, but their are always firsts.

After a triumphant win, the winter track team returned to the bus. Laughs and cheers erupted from both ends of the vehicle as the boys’ and girls’ relay teams celebrated their victories. Beacon was known for having exceptionally athletic students, but for the first time I was included into this group.