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As I stood on the field, sweat dripping down my face, it all came down to this moment. Going to practice for months, the bruises, the pain, it was all preparing me for this altering moment. I’m a soccer goalie, that in itself is a big responsibility, but tonight my team was counting on me to lead them to victory. We just played a full 90-minute game only to be tied two to two. I stood in between the goal posts, people cheering my name, as a member from the opposing team walked closer. Since we tied we are in a penalty shootout, the outcome of the game is decided on this one kick. See, being a goalie is a big responsibility, but during a shootout, that's when it gets unbearably stressful. The odds are not in a goalie’s favor. There is only an eighteen percent chance that the goalie will stop the penalty kick, but I was beating those odds because I already blocked two out of four shots. I just needed to block one more, one more and we win the gold medal, we win first place. As the player walks closer to me, the cheering of the crowd slowly dissipates. All I hear is my heart pounding out of my chest. It all comes down to this final whistle signaling the kicker to begin. I felt unstoppable, this was my moment to shine, this was when I became the hero for my team. The referee blew

I’ve been playing soccer for so long that sometimes I wonder if the kicks my mom felt during her pregnancy were from my practice penalty shots within her womb. I had become so involved with the world of soccer, that when I made the decision to close that old chapter of my life, I was originally unsure of how to start writing the next page.

There I was, sitting in my dad’s sleek green Mazda heading to my very first soccer game. Four years old, prepared yet anxious, I couldn’t believe this was going to happen after two weeks of practice, meeting my teammates, and having fun. I wasn’t too sure what to expect from the other team. I was somewhat afraid that they’d be too big for me to compete with. I thought that it was somewhat funny that I had chosen to be a defender even though I was one of the smallest of my team. There was no time for those thoughts now, it was a nice sunny day and I was ready to prove that I was an important piece to the team and that I was definitely needed.

As the game started, I immediately knew that this game was going to be close. I was subbed in, handing off the dirty, yellow scrimmage jersey. Our opponents were good, but we were better. I stood there, wind blowing around the little hairs that wouldn't make it into my ponytail, ready for my opponent. I knew I had one job, to defend my goal. I located the girl who would later change the game for me. She was slightly taller than me. She had dark brown hair and bushy

It was a cold day in November: an icy breeze blowing across a green soccer pitch in Jackson, Mississippi. Fans along the sideline cheering on the Jackson Elite FC. I took the field feeling the pressure of gameday bearing down like i had weights on my shoulders. This was the first time I had every started as a forward in a soccer game. The referee brings the ball to midfield and sets it down. I hear my parents cheering from the sidelines. The opposing team kicks off and the game is on.

It all started when I came back from football practice and was watching T.V. I was 10 at the time, and I stumbled upon a channel where these women modeled these remarkable masterpieces. It peaked my interest in creating similar fashion pieces. I scurried to my room and began drawing. Subsequently, I dashed to show my parents what I created. I expected them to be proud and supportive of me, like they always do, but this time their faces turned from smiles to complete confusion. They gasped and scolded at me. I never understood why they they were so mad. Why would my number one supporters turn against me?

September 14, 2007 became the best day of my life and the worst day of my life combined into one. During one of my high school soccer games, I had the realization that my passion for soccer could come to a screeching halt, not by choice, but by injury. Here is where that emotion filled day started. I worked so hard to earn my first starting game as a freshman goalkeeper, and on that cool autumn night, I finally got what I had been working hard for, that high school Varsity starting spot. Before every game, the announcer announced the starting lineup for each team in the stadium for all of the fans to hear. Hearing my name announced in my high school stadium for the first time felt like no feeling I have ever felt before. So much joy, anxiety,

Well.. the winner! Let's play,” their coach yelled, as they began to play. It was crazy, the whole time both teams were tied. It came down to the last, finale seconds. Anzly took a deep breath in and out, then gave her friend Jessica the nod, that meant, go. They raced down the field passing back and forth, Anzly was lined up for the shot, the only thing between her and the goal was open space. Although her legs, and feet felt numb and rubbery, she gave the last kick all she had left as the clock counted down, 4...3...2...1. The ball went soaring through the air, going so fast you could hear it as it zipped toward victory. The goalie didn't even know what was going on as it flew right past her head and pushed into the back net, scoring the winning goal! Everyone went nuts as they ran toward Anzly to congratulate her. Anzly felt a new sense of pride and confidence as she was lifted into the air and felt the cool breeze on her face. She heard the echoing of her teammates and friends cheering her

We are coming toward the end of the season prepared to defeat Martin. Before the soccer game had started they were playing loud music to get us pump up to clear our minds for the game while the other team getting prepared for a competitive battle. As I looked around, I could see my teammates focus, serious, and talking to each other to get used to it when we head on the file. Seeing the size of the opposing team made me thinking to myself that they were going to smash me in little pieces. Even though, both of my coaches had the most confident look on their face as the players took the field. This excitement night we all was eager for this team arrive.

The sounds of the city at night mix with the laughter of my friends. Taxis honking, subways rushing under your feet, and buses rumbling, all carrying their cargo of dead-tired, empty-minded passengers, following the daily routine until they reach their doorstep. For once, I 'm not one of them, not riding my train after a long day at school, brain set to automatic. Today, I am wide awake, soaring a thousand miles high.

As I am standing on the arc of the penalty box getting ready for the cross, I look back at my coach and I notice he is doing a certain hand movement for a play that we’ve practiced as a team many times. I would practice this play repeatedly with my friends because I did not have it down correctly. As the kicker raises his hand, I begin to run towards the center of the box and I immediately cut in and dash towards the first post. In that moment, I look up and the ball was in the air right in front of me. I jumped and finished off the masterpiece play by heading the ball in the top right corner of the goal. “Perfect!,” I told myself. After all the mistakes I’ve made, I got rewarded with a goal. Moments like these make me realize that without making mistakes in life I would not be able to achieve my goals—literally and figuratively.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, the whistle blew. This indicated that the game had begun. We had ninety minutes to show everyone, including ourselves, why we were the better team. As the game progressed, it became apparent that I was struggling in my position. I had let two goals go in, that on any

All of us were extremely excited because of our first college game. Most of us consider it as one of the most important game in our young soccer career and we just had to win. We had been waiting on this moment over a month now and it was finally here, which we spent rigorous training session knowing that we would be facing different challenges every second of the game. This game was the real test of our team’s togetherness and quality to see if we have what it takes in becoming professional soccer players one day.

The sharp sound of the referee’s whistle slices through the icy air, signaling the final penalty kick in the most-anticipated game of the season; the semi final of the girl’s Varsity playoffs between my school (Hamlin) and our rivals (Burkes). I, along with all my teammates, feel the enormous pressure of this game. If we loose, Burkes wins for what seems like the millionth time in a row. If we win, we have a shot at the championship and maybe even the league. My coach looks at me and tells me to go up to the line. I walk, as if in a trance, to the hash mark where I would take the fateful kick in less than a minute. I stare at the ball in front of me, paralyzed with fear. I am the last kicker and the fate of this shot is the fate of

“Let’s try to win”, spoke Kayden as the team ran to the soccer area. First of all, I continued to be the goalie and they started the game with a fierce kick. However, they mostly kept the ball zooming out in the field area. Four times we scored in their goalie box. After that, the ball was kicked passed the goalie box I was guarding and by the basketball courts.