Descriptive Essay On Soccer

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.

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.

The first day of tryouts came around and I woke up that morning shaking with excitment and shear nervousness. I ate my bagel and chocolate milk, (a pregame ritual of mine) laced up my cleats, and was on my way. The second I got to the field I knew I was in for a long day. Most of the guys were double my size and looked like they were professionals. After a few days of the long, hard, and grueling tryout process the coaches posted the team on their website. When I saw my name wasn't on the list I felt spiteful, angry, even a little ashamed with myself. I knew I deserved a spot on that team and I was determined to claim it.

The next big milestone in soccer for me was when I was a freshman in high school. I went to Troy High and didn 't think I was good enough to play high school soccer. If it wasn’t for my best friend’s dad, I really wouldn 't have played. He told me that I would regret not playing and that I had a lot of potential. I decided to try out with my three best friends and we all ran and did exhausting fitness exercises for weeks during tryouts. First, we’d have to do five laps around the track. In the beginning of the season, those five laps are a killer. By the end of the second one, I am usually out of breath. After that, we’d get into groups and do stations, like jumping over bars or doing sit-ups and push-ups, basically anything to get us into shape. The third part of practice was sprinting. I like sprints because I am way better at running faster for one-hundred yards, than doing a long distance run. The next part of tryouts were the best, all the girls would get put into two teams and we’d just scrimmage so he could see our real soccer skills. Coach Haviland, who was the varsity coach, decided teams after the tough two weeks. He said I had a little maturing to do on the field and that I will be on varsity in no time. I was shocked! I didn 't even think he was considering me. I had a lot of fun with the Junior Varsity team and made lots of friends. By

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).

Soccer was developed in London famed Newgate Prison in the early 1800’s. Prisoners who had their hand cut off for crimes of theft came up with a sport that used only the feet. The game spread from there. The word “Soccer” originated as a slang abbreviation of the word “association”. Soccer is called “football” in most other countries. Soccer is known worldwide, it is one of the world’s most popular team sports. If you follow these pieces of information you will become a successful soccer player.

February 3rd 2013 was tryouts for the high school baseball team. I can remember I marked it on my calendar at home in early fall of 2012 and I worked hard every day so I could be my best and make the team. I remember counting down the days witch felt like for ever and ever. Then the day hit when I had to go out onto the field and show the coaches what I was made for. Before me and the other freshman’s had to be on the field we all were in the field house and seating around waiting on the coach to come and tell us to come outside. I remember all the older kids talking bad on me, they were saying " wow the coaches must have lost it letting you try out for the team”. I told myself to just let the be the fuel to your fire and go out there and be the

I was doing everything I could to make Rock Ridge’s volleyball team. I was working out almost every day, I went to every volleyball open gym, and I went to many clinics and camps. Making this team was very important to me, and I didn’t know what I would do if I didn’t. I’ve been working very hard to get a spot on the team. However, nothing could mentally prepare me for the three-day long try-out process.

After a long couple of weeks the tryout arrived. The first day seemed intense with many people trying out. Most of these kids were just looking for a sport to play and had never played before. This loosened me up and I started to lose the butterflies.It was a long lasting 2 hour try out and I was glad to be done. I worked my tail off and hoped for the best. I became very nervous as I came home. In the car down the long black street that you could see the heat waves coming off of, my father peppered me with

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.

“One, two, three goals? Dang Eve, you’re getting pretty good at this.” Her father also known as her soccer coach said.

The first day of tryout has come. I was very nervous the night before I couldn't sleep. The morning had come only 4 hours of sleep, I thought I wouldn't even make it to tryouts I was so tired. But I got through the day with a pit in my stomach that something bad was going to happen. When I got to the gym everyone was talking about who they think was gonna make it, also everyone was talking about the drama of last year’s team and how we hope it was going to be different. The whole day of tryouts were serving and passing and setting which are most of my strengths. But the second day was different.

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.

The last bell of the day rang, releasing all of the students. Most of the students went home, except all of the soccer players. As I picked up my bag, I walked towards the locker room. The soccer team sounded like a bunch of animals, as I entered the room. The whole team was changing into our bright red uniforms. Positive energy flowed through all of the players. “Are you ready?” my friend asked. “Yes!” I replied as I nodded. The speaker was dancing and playing loud music. We all packed our bags and were getting ready to head out to the field. Out of the locker room, we followed the long hallway that lead to our destination. The lights of the hallway came down like solar beams. My stomach began to turn. The never ending walls of the hallway seemed like we were traveling through the desert. At the end of the hallway two large, grey doors were waiting for us. The doors opened, and the sun greeted us.

Central is very rare to say the least. The word rare having a good meaning to it. Rare meaning the community is not one that is not one have have ever been around. They are unbelievably supportive and the football team is so unbelievably close. The athletes are great there. I mean they are those kids that might drive one up the wall but then there are those who are great athletes and even better people. Going into this clinical rotation I was really nervous. I had somewhat of an idea of what would be expected for me and that made me really nervous. I knew I was going to be told I had to communicate with the athletes, coaches, and parents but was worried about what they would all think of me. I knew Katie was going to put me in charge of different tasks and would push me to become a better athletic trainer. Central is without a doubt the best community to do this in.