Descriptive Essay About Soccer

After working hard and going undefeated all season, the time had finally come. The Middle School Girls' Soccer Tournament in fifth grade was our team's chance to play others from Knoxville and beyond. Although I didn't want that amazing season to end, I was bursting with excitement. All that we had played and fought for was going to be tested after an exhausting week of practice. However, the weekend didn't go as smoothly as planned.

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.

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

My team took the field with high energy. Coming off of an injury and weeks of being sick, I was unable to be a starter that game. I tried my best to keep my spirits high as I cheered from the bench. The whistle blew, and the game began to unfold. I watched as

I can already see us running and screaming on the field tackling our goalie in our heavy clunky gear. We all are so excited that we won. But wait i say to myself the game's not over get back in it. Now Simi has the ball but were winning by one. Then, I hear it the ref shouts in a loud energetic voice “2 minutes.”

Everyone was keyed up for the game. You could feel the energy on the field, it was contagious. After warm ups the referees had us line up and walk onto the field and face the crowd, so our fans could take pictures of us. Once the referee blew the whistle and the game started the intensity instantly doubled. Right as the game started, I could see the new formation we worked on in our game against Bridger valley that morning wasn't going to work. The Pocatello players were penetrating our defense. Changing formations on the fly with young players is extremely difficult. While I was struggling to get the team to understand what I wanted them to do, Pocatello scored. I did a couple substitutions at the restart, so I could put the team back in its regular formation. We continued to fight for the rest of the half, but we just couldn't get any shots in the net. Right before the half ended one of my speedy outside defenders collided with another player and went down. Her knee popped and hurt to walk on, so she could no longer play. The trainer that was covering the game said nothing in her knee was torn, but it probably would be best if she didn't continue to play. The referee restarted the game, and we continued until halftime. At halftime we talked about staying calm and passing the ball instead of just trying to kick it down the middle of the field. Once the game started in the first few minutes we controlled the ball and had a

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.

Then time was up the whistle rang and everyone switched out. Our lineup was pretty good we had good players on our team such as Eddie, Tony, Helen, Carlos and a few others since they had been playing for a few years now. After a few passes a player on the other team had fallen down and that team had gotten a penalty kick and Tony blocked it and played it in. Defense had taken the ball and then took it down the field and we had scored the goal. The score was 5-1 we were winning, but we couldn’t start getting

I am getting myself prepared for the biggest game I have in my career. The 2014 State Championship game. My team had driven from Temple,Texas to San Marcos,Texas, a three hour drive. I am only a little bit nervous because I know my team can win. We are waiting for the game before us to finish so we can play our hearts out. The referee blows the final whistle, and we step on to field and warm up. We pass the ball around playing keep away. The referees call for captains. My coach tell me which side he wants and I went over. The outcome was my team got our side and kickoff which was a win-win. My coach gives my team the lineup. I am playing defense which is no surprise. We break out and take the field. The other team plays really tight, but we have played them before so we know what they are like. We pass quickly and work the ball around the field. Soon the other team is out of position ,and we score a goal. We do some more passing. Making the other team run more which makes them more tired. We take a few more shots but we miss. Half time is called and then we go back to work. The other team gets a break away and in chasing the girl. As soon as she kicks the ball as hard as she can I stick my right foot out. The ball hits my

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.

During the second half, it seemed as if the world was fighting against us. Almost none of our shots went in. Even the starters were beginning to lose hope. But I had seen what our team could do. I refused to believe we could lose a game this important. Sadly, as the game progressed, we only fell further behind from our goal. I quickly glanced up at the scoreboard, 13 to 26, with 3 minutes left, it read. The odds were slim no doubt, but the game is never over until it’s

Last night I made the drive to Union Local high school to watch my first game, that featured Wier, West Virginia and the Union Local Jets. The stadium was very nice, with the only complaint being three bucks to park.

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.

As the whole team stepped off the field, the heat hit us and revealed our pale, washed out faces. We all collapsed on the sideline and chugged water down our parched throats. We used every minute of our ten-minute break to devise a new line up to better our chances of winning this championship game. As the break drew to an end, the deafening whistle blew to begin the battle once again. The battle was just as bad if not worse than before; we had wanted this championship more than anything. The physical contact between players was almost unbearable; punches being thrown, hair being pulled, legs being swept out from underneath you. This was only the beginning to a gruesome second half. The second half wasn’t only hard on our bodies, but our team. My whole team was screaming to keep the ball on the opponents’ half, but failed most of the time. The ball traveled from their side of the field to ours. With the ball being controlled more on our half, we panicked out of fear. The three center players were now easily controlling the ball in the middle of our half of the field. Their

I was so exited that I wanted to celebrate but I didn’t because we weren’t winning yet. As a result I took the ball out of the goal and took it to the middle of the field to continue with the game. There was 5 minutes left before the referee blew his whistle to indicate the end of the game. My team knew that we had a Great chance of winning because in soccer it is often said that when a team scores a goal, the team that received it will give a 5 minute window to score another goal. This motivated us more. However, we knew that we had to defend well enough because we could also lose the game. Time began to move fast. It wasn’t until the minute 89th that the game changed. At that moment I had the possession of the ball. I moved through the field still with the possession of the ball. I saw that my teammate began to sprint towards goal so I gave him a threw ball. He then shot the ball but the defender blocked his shot. The ball was going towards me so I had it. I was 10 yards away from the goal but I didn’t know what to do with the ball. I heard a lot of people telling me all sorts of things but at the end I chose to have a shot