Descriptive Essay About Soccer

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

The coaches said that we weren't gonna get the results until a couple days, but those days I was so anxious. Finally the day we were gonna find out the results came. My mom opened up her email and she found out that I made the team with some of my fellow friends from school. I was so excited for my first day to come. That first season of competition was very nerve racking but at the same time so fun. I even remember at one competition I placed first all around in my division. After the first season of competing on silver, my coach wanted to see if I was ready for gold. They put me through one gold practice and I moved up to the gold team. I didn't know a lot of people on that team, so I had to make

When I start getting into soccer it was when my niece tried out and made the Mt. Bridges Delko team. She loves the game and it is very anticipating watching her play. Each year she got better faster and stronger.

Being on the team for my first year was the turning point of my life. I was the beginner who could not learn the dances as fast as the other girls. I felt alone and a burden to the team. The hardest thing I had to deal with was not making the

During our first practice, we discovered how greatly we depended on our male teammates, and we understood that we could now only rely upon ourselves. As the next few months went on, each team member developed different skills, and I found myself drawn to the position of midfielder. This duty required me to run up and down the full field for entire games consisting of two forty-minute halves, whereas previously I found myself lucky to play for ten minutes per half. I attribute most of my growth to my coach, who repeatedly told me to be confident in my ability, which allowed me to take risks on the field. As I grew closer to my teammates and gained more in-game experience, I discovered that I was capable of far more than I previously thought. Being on the first female Varsity team taught me to never limit myself, and to always try harder, especially when I feel

Football was something I did to challenge myself. I was always the smarter kid in school, and never was challenged much so I wanted to try something different. The first year I played I was in the 4th grade. I went out thinking that it was gonna be easy like school was. I was shocked to see how wrong I was. The coaches seemed like monsters for the things we had to do. Continuous running, drills, and screaming  made the field seem like hell. After my first practice my

I learned to enjoy the sport through the loses and the wins. There were times when I was unsure that I would make the cut for a more elite practice, but I did my best and made it through. Things are always scary in the beginning but with courage and persistence I was able to make the cut.

Well, we lost our first game & I felt bad for my team because I thought we lost because of me. Our next game came very soon & we won! I felt good because I actually did decent. As our games went by we started doing better & winning I also started playing way better because of how hard I worked, how I started to think about myself & how I played. Me as a player got better by me changing my attitude & how I thought about how I played.

The next year I practiced a lot. I still wasn’t very good, but our team all together was good. We got 1st in our league.

I'm not a big sports guy, but in 7th grade I tried out for football. I figured it would be lots of fun sense a lot of my friends played on the team. At first it was

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.

Personally I will have no relation to playing in an actual collegiate soccer game or sport for that matter. Yet I have many good friends of mine who actually play college soccer, more specifically I choose to do a team to narrow down on my topic. I was gladly able to go and observe the Colorado Mesa University boys soccer team. The game was a semi final against Fort Lewis. If the Mesa soccer team was able to get a victory over Fort Lewis then they would move on to the championship game and possibly win the RMAC tournament, that they have one previously last year. This game took place at the Colorado School of Mines University, on a cold night. I arrive and we pay to get in, we head over to the bleachers where all the parents, friends, and students are sitting at. They begin the night with the national anthem, and then we all take a stand. Once that is over with it's now game time. The Mesa soccer boys get into a circle and start there team ritual, which is to sing a chant that they always sing. The chat is the “Ole ole ole” song, after that is over the starting eleven head to the field. The referee gives one last look at everyone to see if they are ready for stats, time, and announcements. So the referee blows the whistle and that starts the time and the moment of play. You start to hear all the parents at different times start cheering on their teams. Everyone on the bleachers is covered up in blankets and jackets, as well as the school spirit wear. You can see everyone

My family is already in the car, as usual waiting on me, but I ran out of the door as quick as I could, so I could jump into my car. I can’t help but to shake, for all I am a nervous mess. It almost looked like my hands were as sweaty as Niagara falls. It is springtime, so the gentle green grass, was super nice to play on in soccer season. Shortly after being in the car, for about 30 minutes we arrive at the field. I can just feel my stomach clench up as I step out of the car. I tried walking as slow as I could to the soccer field, as I thought it would make me feel better. But then I heard a voice….

As I dig my heels nervously into the artificial grass, I think about the cleats that have run across this field in the many home games. Especially that last rivalry game which was the game that was of most importance to everyone at that school. The game was between the north and south county high schools and just about everyone and their brother had come out to watch the sweaty football players run back and forth across that field.

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.