Descriptive Essay On Football

Cleats. Shin guards. Socks. Uniform. A mud crusted ball and rain soaked under armour. I shove it all in the seat while struggling to hold my headphones, blankets, and snacks for the long car ride ahead. My sister and I argue over who gets to stretch out in the backseat while the other sits curled in the front attempting to find a comfortable position. The early morning light has started to seep through the clouds, promising a shining day ahead, perfect for a soccer match. For the remaining minutes of the drive I visualize the game in my mind, barely containing my excitement of getting to play my favorite sport.

One lovely afternoon I was at my indoor soccer game. I was in an indoor league with some of my friends and we were tearing every team we played. That day we were going to play against an academy team, which have very good players.I had arrived about two minutes before the game. I was pretty late because I had gone to go eat before with my brother. So because of that I didn’t start and I wasn’t warmed up either. Nathan, my coach was like “Hey man did you go sew your clothes?,” in a jokingly was because I was late. The game had begun now and it was already intense. It was back to back If I do say so. The first half was an exciting one as it was all tied up two to two. I had played about half of the half. Now came the second half, and later on I went on the pitch. Some kid and I jumped up into the air to win the ball. We both did, and when I fell down, I guess I landed on my hand the wrong way. I felt a sudden pain on my hand. My wrist was all jacked up. It was horrendous as I looked down at my hair in shock as It looked like the top of mountains.I couldn’t feel my hand, It hurt quite a lot when i attempted to move it. My teammates, the opponents, my coach, the referee, and my brother all gathered around me to see what had happened. I wasn’t crying or anything but I sure wanted to. Actually I really did haha. My brother questioned “ oh dang man, you good?,” and well I just looked at him in pain, I didn’t know what to say. When the ambulance arrived at the

The game of football is still in its infancy. The invention of the forward pass and its official adoption in 1906 is proof positive that fundamentally the game has room to advance. “By all accounts, the forward pass was the invention that saved the game of football after a great rugby player from Yale in the 1880s, Walter Camp, pioneered rules changes that slowly transformed rugby into the new game of American Football.” -Birth of Pro Football

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.

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.

Plush green turf enclosed by glimmering yellow lines begs to be torn up by the spikes of cleats. Two large nets with huge white mesh and glistening white frames await the impact of a precious white and black sphere. Step onto this field and all worries vanish away and empowerment emerges. Just a ball, a uniform and a team waiting to show the opponents what soccer is all about. The shining lights and boisterous crowd create a grand atmosphere as fans await for the teams to perform; almost like it is their job. The roar of the crowd helps numb the sting from the brisk fall air. All of a sudden, you hear your name echo through the stands as you run to give the players and coaches’ a gesture of camaraderie and encouragement. Just being in this moment gives you goose bumps. The excitement of the atmosphere consumes me and the rush of adrenaline makes me invincible where nothing can stop me. As I compete alongside your teammates, a feeling of unity begins to emerge. I no longer see these people as just teammates; I see them as brothers, and I know that they have my back no matter what.

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.

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.

Soccer. When most people think about an "outdoor adventure", this is probably not the type of sport that pops up in their heads. It is a worldwide sport which requires practitioners with strong psyche and well trained bodies. Furthermore, a positive attitude, endurance, and fighting spirit are important characters to show if you want to survive within the world of soccer. This is not only about a sport; it is about a lifestyle. It is not only about kicking a ball from one side of a field to another, it is about creating a bond between people.

Once upon a time there was a kid named Josh and he was a football player. He has brown hair and blue eyes. He lived in Green Bay, Wisconsin.His favorite football team is the Green Bay Packers. Josh played for the Chargers. He was shorter and smaller than the others, but that didn’t stop him. Josh went to a small school that only had 120 people in his entire 8th grade class. Josh made good grades and focused on school before football.

Green grass splattered with tiny drops of rain, wrung from soft rain-clouds, tickle my sandaled feet as I walk across the field. Each step brings me closer and closer to the noise and excitement of the game but, even that isn't going to distract me. I imagine his face now, smiling at me. Absolute bliss wriggles its way like a worm into my stomach and suddenly I can't breathe. I almost laugh at myself for getting so flustered but then I remember that there's no time for that and my step counts continue – three... four....five.....

“James and Connor come out here” I hear coming from the pool deck in coach Donets’ distinct voice. I surmise that coach is going to chastise us for screwing around during practice yesterday. Connor led the way to the door as we walked out onto the deck and to meet with Coach Donets.

“Jacob come get the ball”. I run and dive for the ball and as I get it I feel a foot slam into my face and everything goes black ... for a second. Those were the last words I heard when I had my injury that ended my soccer career as a keeper. Jump back to this morning before the injury. I woke up at 6:50 and had breakfast with my sister after that I got ready for school. Wednesday is late start so I don’t have to get to the bus as early as usual. Jump ahead a couple of hours to the start of the soccer game. It is 4:00 and my team is practicing for the game. We notice that Beaverton’s soccer team is much taller and more cocky than us. My team is mostly made up of freshman. The game starts at 4:30 on time Beaverton starts with the ball. They kick it back to their sweeper and we pressure them as best as we can which isn’t really that much since we are smaller. In the 10th minute they get a free kick and as the ball comes toward everything goes in slow motion and I make a decision to dive for the ball. I save the shot and drop kick it to the other side of the half where the strikers are patiently waiting. The defenders tell me that it was a dope save and it would go on a highlight reel. It is not until the 15th minute until the other team score a shot on me.