Descriptive Essay About Soccer

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.

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

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.

We rushed out onto the field for the last time. The chilly rain was pouring down. The field was soaked. With every step I took there was a sloshing sensation in my cleat. I put my game face on. No ball would get by me. We were going to score. We were going to win. For the next twenty five minutes, I watched a back and forth in the midfield. Several times I stopped the ball and passed it forward to Kaylee, only for the pass to be intercepted before we were able to score. And then, just as the clock was running down to under five minutes left, I stopped a hard pass just outside our circle. I dribbled for several

As I stepped on the field, I knew the next few minutes could make or break my college options. Although I was only a freshman, if I were able to make varsity, college would be closer in reach. The first feed I had from behind cage was low, my stick drug the ground as if I was using a shovel, I cradled through the ball and somehow came up with it, no problem. My next challenge was to finish the shot. As I made a fake and the ball plummeted to the ground, I knew I needed to step up my game. The second pass came right into the pocket of my stick, I faked low and shot high, directly into the top corner of the goal. I slowly jogged off the field, behind me I faintly heard “way to go kid”, I knew it must have been the varsity coach.

The game was to be decided by penalty shootouts. Once again, the odds were in our favor, we had the best goalkeeper in the league. Despite having to shoot second we all remained confident that we would win. No goal was prevented for the first thirteen rounds of penalty kicks. In the fourteenth round of penalty kicks, the St. John’s striker quickly took the shot and missed. It was up to me to win the game. I set the ball on the ground, took three large steps back looked at the goal and took the shot with all the power I had in my right foot. I missed. My shot hit the top of the crossbar and bounced back to me. My heart sank, I had failed at my job to deliver for the team. We battled back and forth up to the twenty fourth round, when the player from St. Johns finally “made” his shot by protest because it had hit the crossbar gone in and gone out. All Devin needed to do was make his shot to win the game. Devin took the shot. He missed. It was over, our perfect season had come to an end. We had come so close but ultimately

We were destroying Lenawee Christian, and at the end of the third quarter we were up 44-6. Coach started to put under classmen in the game. Shortly after, I heard coach calling my name. I could not believe it, that coach was actually going to put me in the game! I was excited and ready to go in. Coach put me on defence in the cornerback position. I have never practiced this position, so I was a little nervous. Little did I know, the first play I was in, I got injured. A senior from the other team ran through

I was running down the field against Inter Lakes biggest rival Moultonborough. As the ball floats through the air heading towards the goalie I know I can reach, but I knew it would be close. As I approached the now rolling ball, I realize that the goalie would make it just before me. Desperate for a goal I go to the last resort and decide to slide for the ball. I slide as quickly as possible which resulted in me getting the slightest of touch on the ball that it slips past the goalie. I now realized that I had a chance to score the goal I had worked for since the beginning of the game. With the goalie out of position, I go to propel my body back up with my hand. As my hand hits the frozen fall ground it bent back and the sound of my bone braking ran through my body.

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.

Start of wield practices. We were passing kicking you know the basic stuff to get ready for the soccer game. We need to try are best to win the game to go up the ladder to go the finals and win the championships. We been practicing for 4 days were ready for the game. The next day was the game. We were the Rabbits vs Eagles. We kicks first in the first time. I was sometimes defense or forwards. This time I was forwards in the mittal. I take the ball. Pass it one of my teammates they kiep running forwards. Until he passed it to me and I try to kick on the gold but I hit the post inted. The other team got the ball. They went to the other side of the field. I had to go back and wait until one of my teammates get the ball. That what they did. I

We were going against Lexington high school. While we walked onto the field examined the other team. I had a lot of confidence in myself and tried to hype up my team and gave my team an inspiring speech when we all came together to form a circle. Next we all walked onto the field into our positions, i was starting. I was the left forward position. Forwards in soccer are the most difficult position on the field because that was the position where your suppose to score most of the points and control the offense. I was always a forward because coach said i had a lot of speed, agility, and good footwork. At this time the game had started, we had the ball first i passed it to the other forward on our team. His name was Jimmy, he was the most aggressive forward on our team. He was a great forward. At this time it was near the end of the game. The score was 3-6 we were losing terribly. Everybody on our team was tired and bummed out and lost hope. We were all tired of losing all the time. I saw the emptiness in everyone's eyes. I felt sad as well. While i was running on the field i heard our goalkeeper named Matias yell out “GRAYSON”!!. I turned around fast and forgot everything else. I saw Matias lob the ball down the other side of the field to where i was running. My eyes were all on that ball, i saw it flying in the air then falling towards me while i ran as fast as i could to catch up to it. A voice in my head just kept saying, “ just go for it!”. So i waited at the right moment to where the ball was perfectly positioned to where i was able to header the ball into the goal. Finally it was that time, i lunged into the air as high as i could, as soon as i tried to header the ball into the goal in mid air. One of the players on the opponent's team came out of nowhere!! He was so fast, i don't know where he came from. While i was still in the air he had jumped towards me to get the ball as well. At this time he had

Sprinting up the sideline, I was flying in to stick the hardest tackle of my life. As the window of opportunity approached, I wound up and swung with all my might. Somehow I missed the ball, flew into the air, and landed on my back. This play is just a piece of the large puzzle of soccer failures throughout my years playing for the high school team. 650 words is not enough to list every bad play, mistake, and embarrassing moment suffered on the field, but I will sum it up: I sucked. This was not always the case, though. I began playing recreational soccer at the age of five, and was a natural at the game. My parents tell stories about how I would pass the ball to myself and score. While my high school career wasn't

The very last soccer game, of the year was on a Sunday afternoon. My team was down 3 to 1, and my team only had 20 minutes left to go it was a very tough match I’d played in. One of my teammates got a goal around 16 minutes now the score is 3 to 2, I started to come up with a game plan to trick the other team I started to run slower making it seem like I was just too tired to keep up with the game so the other team didn’t bother to cover me anymore which was a big mistake of they’re part. The third goal that one of my friends got was around 8 minutes which made the game tired. I remember very last minute, of the game, was coming to an end and I was waiting for the other team to kick the ball after my team got the 3rd goal. As soon as the other team kicked the ball back I ran full speed faster than before caught the other team by surprise got to the ball, before the other team did take the ball down the pitch so fast got by 3 midfielders, then made my way through 4 defenders, and just had the goalie left one on one and the goalie was starting to running head to head with

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.