Descriptive Essay About Football

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.

I know this may sound cliche or super basic and that is fine, but the topic of this essay is soccer. Soccer is a game played all over the country by all different kinds of people. It is the world’s game. This game includes a ball, two goals, and eleven players. Those are the facts but there is so much more to it than that. You need passion, drive, competitiveness, and most of all, love. This game triggers all of these things in me and that is the reason why I play it.

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.

The wind rose from the atmosphere above and gently made its way in to the field of Shotwell Stadium. Goosebumps rushed through my whole body and the nervousness inside me was making me anxious for the game to start. As the team walked through the cement floor looking down and counting ever step they took, I noticed a big crowd full of fans ready to support the Odessa high soccer team in their first playoff game.

All I could see through my big glasses were droplets of rain. I breathe in the crisp fall air, and begin to strap on these old, beaten up white leather gloves. As I strap on those beaten up gloves, I carefully remove the strap from the velcro and tighten the strap against my wrists. While I adjust the tightness of my gloves, I soak in the football stadium lights like it’s the warm rays of the sun. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins, and I finish putting on my gloves. I close my eyes breathe in, and put my hands in its beginning position to conduct. My hands are parallel to the ground, and on the same plane as my sternum. My body is cold from the chilly fall weather, but my hands are sweating from excitement, nervousness, and the heat that’s trapped in these gloves. Before this competition, I take one last breath in, and look at these gloves. These gloves used to be white, shiny, creaseless, and lifeless. I notice each creavis, each crease, and each scratch on this gloves, before the competition. After, two seasons of constantly wearing these white leather gloves, they slowly became gray, dull, and full of life.

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.

Soccer. When most people think about an "outdoor adventure", this is probably not the type of sport that pops up in their heads. It is a worldwide sport which requires practitioners with strong psyche and well trained bodies. Furthermore, a positive attitude, endurance, and fighting spirit are important characters to show if you want to survive within the world of soccer. This is not only about a sport; it is about a lifestyle. It is not only about kicking a ball from one side of a field to another, it is about creating a bond between people.

When he walks into the arena, he instantly feels the thrill. The sport he loves to follow brings many feelings and sensations throughout his body. He scans his ticket at the gate and enters the lobby. He can smell beer and hot dogs, the classic rink food that is a staple in every concession stand. With a chill bubbly beverage in his left hand and the steamy, tinfoil wrapped hot dog in the other he makes his way to his seat. Sitting in his designated spot, he watches the players slice through the ice. His jeans protect him from the gelid metal bench, but the chill still slightly seeps through. The lights go out and spotlights flicker off the glassy ice while catching glimpses of the players who are waiting for the starting lineup. A powerful

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Liam Craig dashes after a white frisbee as it darts through the air. He leaps and catches the disc while simultaneously crossing the goal line into the end zone. On the evening of April 23, 2017, the Northfield Church Frisbee Group joined together on the Spring Creek Soccer Complex for a spirited first outdoor game of the year. Soggy soccer fields and bare feet made an entertaining combination as people slid and fell multiple times during the game.

For the past five years, I have worked as a soccer referee, and the experience has been very valuable. I began refereeing at the age of twelve, primarily as a way to earn a little extra money to buy video games. Initially, I started to referee recreational games for younger age groups at the local soccer park. However, as my referee career began to blossom, I was invited to referee tournaments throughout Georgia. Fast forward to today, I regularly travel to referee high-level tournaments in Alabama, Tennessee, Florida, and North Carolina. What had started simply as a part-term job has grown into something I plan to continue long into the future.

Swimming, a sport like no other, where you train twice a day, each day, all year. A sport where there is no quitting, no backing down, no losing without a fight. Through hours of hard work, discipline, and plenty of times I’ve failed and gotten back up again, I have learned to not quit, and my team will not quit fighting for our pool, for our swim family, and for our second home.

It started in early June; the day of the awaited marathon. I checked on my phone what seems to be the 50th time to see the weather forecast suddenly transition from a sunny morning to a 27 percent chance of rain with cooler temperatures. I didn’t had much time left on the clock and I was debating whether I should change into rain gear or stick to my light clothing attire. Well, 27 percent chance seems low, I’m sure it’s not going to rain much. I ditched the idea of wearing any rain gear and put on my pink cap to shade my eyes from the bright morning rays of sunshine. My sister was already dressed for the race and was waiting for me by the door. She looked up and said, “Got everything?” I quickly opened the fridge and took out my chilled water bottle. I nodded my head and we both left the house. We drove to the colossus stadium and I was reminded by my teacher’s words that there are also other runners participating in this marathon, expecting to be about 200. My sister and I waved our parents and brother goodbye as they drove off. Our first priority was to find our Liberty Fit booth. We both didn’t know where to look and followed some people to enter through the stadium. On the vast field, we spotted our stand with other students and adults already starting warm-ups and conversing with one another. I recognized a distinct short haired girl with her usual pink jacket.