Descriptive Essay About Football

Cleats. Shin guards. Socks. Uniform. A mud crusted ball and rain soaked under armour. I shove it all in the seat while struggling to hold my headphones, blankets, and snacks for the long car ride ahead. My sister and I argue over who gets to stretch out in the backseat while the other sits curled in the front attempting to find a comfortable position. The early morning light has started to seep through the clouds, promising a shining day ahead, perfect for a soccer match. For the remaining minutes of the drive I visualize the game in my mind, barely containing my excitement of getting to play my favorite sport.

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.

Plush green turf enclosed by glimmering yellow lines begs to be torn up by the spikes of cleats. Two large nets with huge white mesh and glistening white frames await the impact of a precious white and black sphere. Step onto this field and all worries vanish away and empowerment emerges. Just a ball, a uniform and a team waiting to show the opponents what soccer is all about. The shining lights and boisterous crowd create a grand atmosphere as fans await for the teams to perform; almost like it is their job. The roar of the crowd helps numb the sting from the brisk fall air. All of a sudden, you hear your name echo through the stands as you run to give the players and coaches’ a gesture of camaraderie and encouragement. Just being in this moment gives you goose bumps. The excitement of the atmosphere consumes me and the rush of adrenaline makes me invincible where nothing can stop me. As I compete alongside your teammates, a feeling of unity begins to emerge. I no longer see these people as just teammates; I see them as brothers, and I know that they have my back no matter what.

The late nights, under the lights, is such an amazing experience that I will never forget. So many different and exciting things happen on the soccer field. Through four years of playing, there were three different coaches, so many different players, two conference titles, one sectional championship, and so many records were broken. It is an amazing experience and if I could just have one more game with each of them, I would take it back in a heartbeat. The soccer field has a lot of history, personal value, and cultural significance to it. The high school soccer field is a cultural artifact, and it shows how teams work together, how some step up and become leaders, and how players leave a legacy.

Last night I made the drive to Union Local high school to watch my first game, that featured Wier, West Virginia and the Union Local Jets. The stadium was very nice, with the only complaint being three bucks to park.

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

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.

Living in the south you may frequently hear the saying “everything's bigger in Texas.” The food, teased hair, Whataburger sweet tea, but most importantly, football is one of the most intrinsic parts of the state. The dominating sport that makes America differ from the rest of the world is especially larger in Texas, but I had no idea how much I loved football until I went to an A&M game.

To be honest that ball was a knuckle ball so it was all over the place, I don’t even think the guy who kicked it meant to that. The ref blows the whistle and the half is over. We go over to the coach who tells us how we can still win the game because it is only 1-0 and how we can improve on defending and passing. The ref blows the whistle signifying that halftime is over and it is time to start the second half. We start out with the ball. The striker kicks the ball back which ends up getting to me. I kick the ball to the left side of the field where on the end the defenders are waiting to pass the ball up to get a chance or a shot on goal. 30 minutes into the second half the ball is sent from the other team to the 18 yard line on my side of the field. One of the defenders says,“Jacob come get the ball”. I run and dive for the ball and as I get it I feel a foot slam into my face and everything goes black . The guys go nuts! Tony one of the coaches runs out to