The Beautiful Game of Soccer
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 was eight years old when I decided to join a soccer club and he was in charge for the team I was in. As an eight year old you don't know how much a person could mean to you, but the moment I met him I knew I had a great coach , and also a great friend. One day during a match I told him that I didn't want to play because I was scared because I thought I wasn't good enough. I remember him telling me that I shouldn't be scared because not everyone is perfect and told me to go out in the field and just have fun and enjoy playing with the ball. Since then I felt supported by someone who actually knew what I felt. I knew he cared , and supportive. He was always there for me when I needed someone to talk to. Luckily, I still have him in life right now he was my coach growing up and stopped playing with him two years ago because he unfortunately stopped coaching, but I still count on him for anything.
It was an early Saturday morning, I had a tournament all the way in Wisconsin so it was a long drive. While the ride to the tournament. I was talking to my friend if he thought we would make it to the final. “Maybe if we try and don't commit any mistakes we might” he said.
“ We have to win this I want to make coach proud after all the hard work he has done for us” I said.
I knew making it all the way to the final was hard, but I hope my team and I would get there. That wasn't going to be easy at all, but I just needed to go out in the field and show what I could do and
Let’s all be honest, when in a tight situation where a lot is on the line, having someone say, ‘No pressure.’ is the worst thing that could be ever said in that moment. Regardless, this is what was said to me and my 10-year-old baseball team, The Oklahoma Kaos before hitting the field to have a chance to get to finals in the State Championship. It was June 18th, 2010, and we had clawed our way out of losers bracket to get to the semifinals. We had come too far to give up or fail now. We came across a team called the Pawhuska Huskies, a team we had creamed in an earlier tournament 23-3 in one whole inning. The team joked back and forth about how easy this would be and how we already made it to the finals. But while
Let’s all be honest, when in a tight situation where a lot is on the line, having someone say, ‘No pressure.’ is the worst thing that could be ever said in that moment. Regardless, this is what was said to me and my 10-year-old baseball team, The Oklahoma Kaos before hitting the field to have a chance to get to finals in the State Championship. It was June 18th, 2010, and we had clawed our way out of losers bracket to get to the semifinals. We had come too far to give up or fail now. We came across a team called the Pawhuska Huskies, a team we had creamed in an earlier tournament 23-3 in one whole inning. The team joked back and forth about how easy this would be and how we already made it to the finals. But while
“If we are shooting the ball well, we can beat anybody. The playoffs are fun and the kids are excited.”
“I want you to be the captain of the fall ball team.” my coach explained as we were heading in to our fall season. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for such a task. It was only my first year with the team and I wasn’t very vocal either. Although I didn’t feel confident in my ability to lead the team I put that all behind me looked at my coach and said “Sure thing coach” in the most confident manner possible. When my coach
Our first victory had given us the energy to practice and play harder. Eventually, we were so successful, the president of the team advised us to go easier on other teams so they would not feel bad. We had won all games straight and we had gone up to the championship, the only issue I had is that I did not score any goals yet. I was always afraid to miss, so I and would pass the ball to another
I fell in love with the competition, the strength, the reliance on others, the character building, the relationships, being humble in victory, and graceful in defeat. Playing a team sport, and being raised in a family that has been all soccer all the time means that one of my main, and favorite, teachers have been the beautiful game. While I knew I had let my whole team down, after the countless losses I had been a part of, I was able to quickly put the defeat aside and remember that winning games never make anyone better. It is the losses and failures that mold me not only into a better athlete but into a better
“I have really enjoyed playing here at UWA and meeting lots of new players every year. I was very happy that I will be graduating with 5 girls that I came in as freshman with and don’t think I would be here today without
I took a deep breath, shuffled up to the ball, and swung. Time stopped. It was a powerful kick and thankfully, headed in the right direction. The ball swerved around all of the many players inside of the box. One obstacle, gone. The goalie dove for the ball, hands outstretched, but just barely missed the ball . Another obstacle, gone. Now the ball just had to cross the line, and it did. I scored! A huge weight that had been stopping me from breathing was lifted off my chest. My teammates went crazy, as they rushed towards me to congratulate me. We exchanged hugs and high-fives, adrenaline rushing through us. Now all we had to do was keep Ursula from scoring for another 4
From the minute I started kicking in my mother’s stomach my father made it his mission to teach me soccer. Three year old me would be kicking soccer balls like my life depended on it. Later in life at age 8 I started playing on teams. We went from being the worst in the league to champions twice in a row. Being champions can really get in someone’s head, and suddenly you think your skills are superior to those of people around you.
Constant running and never ending judgement from those around me. Yet, this did not make me stop. I challenged my teammates and coaches belief that I could not play and quickly became one of the most used players on the team. I nearly made the varsity team and started several games on Junior Varsity. I played amongst those who doubted me and became one of them. I became a soccer player, I learned to lead those around me, adapt to an environment I had yet to encounter, and how to change people’s opinion about me. It was the proudest moment of my adolescent life when the coach said an amazing heartfelt speech about how I would challenge both him and myself everyday at practice because I wanted to prove to those surrounding me I deserved to be playing on the pitch amongst them. The decision I made to go out for a sport I had never played my junior year of high school is by far the turning point of my life, I truly believe it changed me and gave me another dimension to my complex personality. I gave me an experience unlike that of any other person because I am not a natural athlete, I am just a child who has been doubted but has destroyed that doubt over and over
Soccer, or futbol, has the largest following of any sport in the world. I have been playing for over 10 years and it is a big part of my life. Throughout the past decade I have only played for one soccer club, New River United or NRU. I have had close to two dozen coaches who each teach different styles of soccer and expect different things from the team. My favorite coach was named Matt. He was an assistant coach for the Virginia Tech soccer team. Matt was in his late twenties, one of the younger coaches we had had, and he could relate with everyone much better than anyone else. Even though he was busy at his full time job of Coaching college athletes, he found time for us. In the years prior to his arrival our team had dominated the soccer
The team was ready, we had been working extremely hard for the past seven months for this. We were all in great shape and very rested. A few of the returning players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day.
“We aren’t going for the state title today,” Coach said to me after I had struggled to
As a coach my job is to inspire and motivate others to do their best and push them to succeed. Looking back at the season I realize how much of an impression people can make on your lives and the lessons you learn just from having certain people in your everyday routine. No matter the struggle in the end it is all worth the fight. The outcome of all the hard work is amazing at the finish.
"I have an amazing team behind me and I know what I'm capable of. Honestly, I think it's my time to shine,