Descriptive Essay About Soccer

Not much is known about the origin of soccer. However, the Greeks and Romans played football and ball kicking games. The London Football Association developed the first sets of rules in 1863. British sailors and settlers brought the game to India, South America and Europe.

Soccer consists of many important text and lexis, the first being the rulebook for soccer. It consists of how to play soccer, what you can and cannot do during a game, and the setup for the team: 11 players on the field, 2 teams, 3-4 referees, and as many backup players on the bench. The importance of this text is how the lexis is incorporated into literacy. The goal of the rulebook is to guide a new player on how to play the game, but most importantly it will build how they interpret the game and how those interpretation of the rules spread into their life. Players learn how to be more perceptive of what is happening around them and this helps to stimulate their brains. But how do players perceive what going on on the field? They read a playbook. Playbooks contain names and descriptions of many common and intricate soccer plays. This may consist of: bicycle kicks- a player throwing both feet in the air as a ball is approaching on the fly, while moving the legs with a pedaling motion to kick the ball in the opposite direction to which the player is facing, with the player usually ending up sprawled on the ground, chip- kicking the ball right over the goalies head, or volley- strike or kick (the ball) before it touches the ground. These types of plays help players connect their minds with the ball, building their knowledge and eventually, literacy. The last important text is motivating speeches. These are so important because they help

UAB Women’s Soccer traveled to El Paso, TX to face off against the University of Texas at El Paso Lady Miners.

Time to make the trek to another soccer game that is three hours away. Heading down the highway, I dose off and enter the world that is ever changing. I awaken to the sounds of screeching brakes and a current of wind that passes across my face. We have arrived at the field. Fast-forward, it's getting closer to game time and little do I know I'm about to play every position in the next ninety minutes.

My eyes flutter open to my alarm clock, which is sounding off the noise that tells me it is time to get ready. I jump out of bed, forgetting the ridiculously early time. I throw on my uniform, toss my hair up into a ponytail, and hurry down the stairs to get my water bottle ready. My stomach is in knots and my heart is racing. I force myself to take a few bites of an apple, but thats all I can stomach at the moment. My dad ready to go every Saturday, no matter the time. He has been at every soccer game since I was five years old. When we arrive at the field I run over to my coach, eager to start the game. The air is crisp and cool as it blows across my face. The grass glistens with early morning dew. As I run arose the field, I think there

Soccer is a popular sport played all over the world. Even though it has only been popular in the United States for the past 30 years, soccer has been a long time favorite most everywhere else. The sport dates back to the Egyptians, who played games involving the kicking of a ball. Now, the sport has grown to a global pastime, including men’s and women’s teams, and the World Cup (which is played every four years).

“PUSH THEM OUT!” I bellowed at the other people on defence as I charged the halfway line in the blazing heat. As the defensive captain it was my job to keep the defence in line and organised and just was generally in charge of them, only outruled by the coaches. I had just sprinted to stop an offensive attack from the other team and booted the ball up to the offence. I was giving this game 200% of my effort, even though this usually resulted in me coming close to passing out and being a wreck for the rest of the day, but this was the finals in the soccer tournament. It was also the day of my confirmation at church so I was already a bit exhausted. On Saturday we had won three of our games and tied one which was well enough to get us seeded first for the finals Sunday, but Sunday was here...

As a soccer player, there is always an urge to be the best. Your pride is at stake when you step on the field. When you succeed, you’re a proud lion jumping on it’s hind legs to roar at the crowd, running to celebrate with your team, wearing the most glorious of grins. When you fail spectacularly, you have the feeling of a defeated dog limping off the field with you tail drooping between your legs. At any level of play this rush of emotion is experienced on the field.

I was exhausted. I, being a defender, am accustomed to the offense running the most. During this game however, this was not the case. The other team was pushing the defense hard. Though soccer is a competitive sport, I had never wanted to win more than in that moment. There were two minutes left of overtime and the stress level was high. We could win, we had to win, we were more than capable. Then, the unthinkable happened, the opposing team scored on a fluke corner kick. Our goalie was able to get to the ball and had it in his hands. He thought he had it, sadly this was not the case.

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.

Ever since I could remember, I have always had love for the game of soccer ever since I first laid eyes on the sport. As a kid, I would spend countless hours in the backyard by myself; I would juggle, kick around the ball and doing drills. When I wasn't in the yard pretending to be Lionel Messi I would watch Ronaldinho videos on Youtube dreaming I will one day play against him. Call me crazy, but I was addicted, even as a young boy, to the beautiful sport itself, soccer.

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.

Every now and then, the faithful one escapes from the chains of to-do’s and is present at the football pitch . Flags sway from left to right, trumpets and drums roar , the magisterial wave wraps around the stadium like wrap around a present. An exquisite, ravishing and magnificent mosaic is made upright by the die hard faithful to send a daring message to those who have entered their grounds. The strict formula, method and regulations of life are thing of the past and their is only one to follow, the heart; there is only one existing location, the temple. In this sacred space, the only religion that does not have atheists exhibits its divinities. Although the fan can contemplate the miracle, more comfortably, on the TV screen, he prefers to undertake the pilgrimage to this place where he can see his angels in flesh and blood, fighting a duel against the demons of the day and explains, “ How will you know what love is if you never became a fan of a club. How will you know what pain is if the defender never broke your tibia and fibula and you were in a slide tackle and the ball hit you right there. How will you know what pleasure is if you never had the pleasure of enjoying an olympic lap around the visitors stadium. How are you going to know what love is if you never caressed her with the back of your foot to leave her panting under the net. Listen to me ... how will you know what solidarity is if you never went out to face a comrade hit from behind. How will you know what

As I put my black and gold jersey on, I thought of the outcome of tonight's game. Either the Penguins come out as champions, or they are forced to game 7. I walked downstairs to put my shoes on, and I saw my brother with his black and teal jersey on. We headed to the car. My mom was already annoyed by how much my brother and I were fighting over who would win the intense game. Finally, after a couple of minutes, we journeyed to the big game. After a long ride, we finally entered the streets of Pittsburgh. We sensed the excitement and tense atmosphere of the city. Everybody crawled the streets getting ready for the big game. When waited in line, it seemed like the whole city tried to rush in. The line took about 45 minutes, but it seemed like hours. Finally, as we went through security, we were dogs released from a cage. From the time we found our seats until the beginning of the game, more and more people filled the massive arena. Many people filled the seats up like sardines. When everybody arrived to my favorite place, we all waited for 8 o'clock, the start of the game.

It started in early June; the day of the awaited marathon. I checked on my phone what seems to be the 50th time to see the weather forecast suddenly transition from a sunny morning to a 27 percent chance of rain with cooler temperatures. I didn’t had much time left on the clock and I was debating whether I should change into rain gear or stick to my light clothing attire. Well, 27 percent chance seems low, I’m sure it’s not going to rain much. I ditched the idea of wearing any rain gear and put on my pink cap to shade my eyes from the bright morning rays of sunshine. My sister was already dressed for the race and was waiting for me by the door. She looked up and said, “Got everything?” I quickly opened the fridge and took out my chilled water bottle. I nodded my head and we both left the house. We drove to the colossus stadium and I was reminded by my teacher’s words that there are also other runners participating in this marathon, expecting to be about 200. My sister and I waved our parents and brother goodbye as they drove off. Our first priority was to find our Liberty Fit booth. We both didn’t know where to look and followed some people to enter through the stadium. On the vast field, we spotted our stand with other students and adults already starting warm-ups and conversing with one another. I recognized a distinct short haired girl with her usual pink jacket.