Descriptive Essay On Football

Saturday night, the faithful one escapes from the chains of to-do’s and is orientated to 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,

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

“GOAL!”, he scored. I was at my friends house, my face buried in the red, leather couch. In front of me was a 65 inch Samsung television Me and my friend were playing FIFA on my XBOX and he was destroying me so far. It was only the second minute and he’s already scored. I was FC Barcelona and he was Real Madrid. I had the legendary forward and he had the legendary FIFA skills. I was mad and I really feld hurt after he scored. That was mostly because before we started the game we both agreed that

That morning I had a really good feeling about today. That morning was a dry, and so humid you wouldn’t believe it. The sun was shining bright and the clouds were gleaming with excitement. It was Thursday. My team called it Championship Thursday because we were fighting to win a national title in Myrtle Beach. As I arrived at the field for our first game which was the first game of bracket play. Yesterday was pool play. We played 6 pool play games and won them all so that put us in the number one

The night of the homecoming football game quickly approached. Sitting in the band room, the color guard frantically applied makeup, somehow making themselves look effortless through the rushed motions of the brushes sweeping across high cheekbones and the precise, sharp winged eyeliner. We were all nervous for what was to come: our performance. The color guard performs along to the marching band, the visuals to the music. The sweeping flags entice the audience, the clean catches of the rifles leave

Everyone says football comes down to inches, but it is rare to witness a game where inches matter. Why is it rare? However, I was fortunate to witness an enormous game that did emphasize the importance of inches. It was Christmas Day in Pittsburgh, there was a buzz in the air, and high hopes for 4 o’clock, when rivals would take center stage. Therefore, this game would decide the champion of the division and what team would advance to the playoffs.We arrived at the stadium around 11 o’clock. There

rest, you flip through many TV channels until something finally catches your eye. You hear grunts and clanking of equipment coming out of the speaker. You can see many men running, tackling, and hustling to get a brown, oval-shaped ball. It’s a football game, and the New York Jets are up 27-21, 4th down, at the 9-yard line, with 13 seconds left. Eli Manning, the New York Giants quarterback, catches a whirling snap from the center and drops back about five yards. The Jet’s defense comes rushing with

whether we are ready or not, they are always going to happen. Life is ever changing, and as one season ends and those doors are closed, new seasons as well as new opportunities will come in place of those gone. As was the case this past year in football for me. For me, the most painful and most disheartening game one year (2016), then became the most amazing and elated game I would ever experience, the next year (2017). It was the most anticipated game of the year; the game against our arch rivals

We were on the bus on September 9, 2017, in Brecksville, Ohio. As the bus was pulling up to the stadium it was dead on the bus as we were all focusing in on one of the hardest games of the season. As we were getting off the bus we felt the intense heat of the sun beating down on our bodies and the sweat was slowly foaming on our faces. During warm up we were all being very serious and not messing around, trying to prepare for the game we were about to play. As the time of the warm up was slowly coming

entrance, where the players enter the stadium for the game. I recall some players pulling up in luxury vehicles, while others were dropped off by their wives. Only being in sixth grade, it was cool to only be a few feet from some of your favorite football players, and is still one of my favorite memories of the game today. As the sun began to set, it was time to enter the stadium. It