Descriptive Essay About Football

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.

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.

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.

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.

It was my first soccer game for my new club, and i was as nervous as if it was the first day of school. When I was younger I played soccer for many different organizations. The first organization that I played for was a church league called Upward, I played for this organization for about three years. Once I had grown out of playing there, I moved to to play at Concord Youth Soccer League. This was still not very competitive, compared to the team that I play for now. Once I turned 10 years old I finally moved to a club team. Playing for a club was a completely different environment. There were many more people and much more competitive. Playing my first game for Michiana Echo was very different from when I played for Upward or Concord. The field was much bigger, there was many more people on the field, and the rules were different. Our first game was at our home field, MIchiana Echo fields. With all these new experiences with people and soccer this is one of my memories I will never forget.

Green turf with yellow lines around it. Two nets with huge white mesh and glistening white frames. Step onto this field and all worries go away. Just a ball, a uniform and a team waiting to show the opponents what soccer is all about. This atmosphere under the shining lights with a boisterous crowd waiting for the teams to perform; almost like it is our job. Most games would happen on brisk fall nights, but you would be numb from the roar of the crowd. You hear your name called in the starting lineup as you run along the line to give the players and coaches’ high-fives. Just being in this moment gives you goose bumps, whether you are a freshman or a senior student. Furthermore, playing alongside your teammates, but not only that, they now become your family. You no longer see these people as just co-players you see them as your brothers, and you know that they have your back no matter what.

I am at my soccer game on my grandpa’s birthday and the score is 0-0 we are about to start. The ref blows his whistle and the game is on. 15 minutes into the game the other team gets the ball on a drive and sinks it into the back of the net. The score is 1-0 but we still have a big game in front of us and we keep playing. The ball is passed and shot and thrown and kicked in all directions. Now the other team wins the ball and runs down the field shoots hard and sinks it in the back of the net which puts them up 2-0 we are losing but we still don’t stop fighting. There are only 10 minutes left to the half at this point I get the ball from my defender at half field. Being a semi goalkeeper myself I noticed the goalkeeper is too far off his line. I take one more touch so I’m just in front of the half and shoot. The ball is in the air with magnificent spin turning into curl and as the goalkeeper runs back to get the ball he fails and the ball is in the side netting.

The school bus finally arrived at Desert Mirage High School where my team and I got off and prepared for our soccer game. The sky was somewhat cloudy, so it must have rained before we got there because as soon as I stepped on to the field, I could smell the fresh grass and the wet dirt. We started off with our usual warm ups which was a lap around the field, followed with a variety of stretches, foot skills, and a shooting drills. After we were all finished our coach gathered us up to decide what the setup was going to be. I was not part of the group in the first half that played; however, we couldn’t have started any better. The first half of the game is forty-five minutes and by the twentieth minute the score was three to zero. As the first half came to an end I was excited and filled with joy because we had the lead. Our coach decided to switch the placement of people and ended placing me into the second play. When I stepped onto the field I felt a rush of excitement, yet a hand full of nerves. My teammate Denise and I were set as forwards with her on the right side and me on the left side. We started off with the ball in the middle, and as soon as the referee blew the whistle Denise sprinted to the right side of the field and I kicked the ball hard enough for it to reach her. Denise was struggling between two defenders of the other team when our midfielder, Anial, ran to help her. In that moment, Denise pushed the ball forward for Anial to take it and move towards the

Clichés always seem to cloud my mind whenever we try to speak meaningfully about the things we love. In particular, the beautiful game of soccer always seems to mock my efforts in describing its genuine beauty. On or off the field, nothing in this world compares the sensation of playing soccer, both mentally and physically. In every instance, you always can't help, but feel the individual nerves tingle throughout my body as the pumping adrenaline courses your bloodstream. All the way from the situations of intense agony as you wait in anticipation, to the roaring crowds as the ball glazes the back of the net, your heart cannot help, but indulge more into the sport and culture. The fields so extravagant as the morning dew tickle your ankles while coursing through the glint grass meadows. However in game, is a completely whole different magnitude. It is an experience not even the most embellishing vocabulary nor abstract concepts may describe.

Soccer. Fast paced. Strategic. Competitive. I loved those aspects of 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, fear crept up inside of me because there were boys who were enormous and strong on the team. The size gap was frightening.

Beep, Beep, Beep the sound of my alarm clock wakes me up and I get my helmet strapped, click click and get loaded into the car. Time seems to be going slow and the music in the car seems to be going faster. I am awake and suited and booted. The car pulls up to the football fields, and I feel intimidated. When the whole team got there, we began to practice plays and I was the starter on defense. I knew I had to step it up because I was always the smallest player on the field. The teams are lining up for the coin toss we get to have the ball first we run a wham counter our biggest wingback gets the ball for a five-yard carry. The sidelines are screaming my team is getting smacked silly and is in pain. and they snap the ball and get sacked for a three-yard loss the crowd gets louder and louder as the screaming goes on. We lose another five yards, and then we have to switch sides because our time limit is up.

While I had the opportunity to go to a state soccer tournament, I was fortunate enough to be able to play with a group of hard-working girls. On that state road trip, we all created memories that were unforgettable.

We were on the bus on September 9, 2017, in Brecksville, Ohio. As the bus was pulling up to the stadium it was dead on the bus as we were all focusing in on one of the hardest games of the season. As we were getting off the bus we felt the intense heat of the sun beating down on our bodies and the sweat was slowly foaming on our faces. During warm up we were all being very serious and not messing around, trying to prepare for the game we were about to play. As the time of the warm up was slowly coming to an end we already had sweat dripping down our damp faces. As we gathered in the huddle we all had a very serious look on our face all looking at each other and our coach waiting patiently to see what he had to say before the game started.

Today is the day. Soccer tryouts I wish they were on a Friday instead of a Monday but oh well. Yesterday I woke up at 6am and practice until 10pm. I ate breakfast and dinner which I ate fast so I could go and practice more. My mom and dad got me a soccer net and soccer disc. I hang up one of the disc and shoot at it until I hit it at least 3 times.