Essay About Soccer

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.

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.

At that moment I realized that I had to add something to my game in order to stand out. I soon learned that practice and physicality could only make me better. Freshman year came around and i didn't have a coach that was willing to support me and help me develop into the player i know i am today. Its been a whirlwind of emotions with all the pain and failure I've experienced since my freshman year, when i watched the team go 4-11, To say the least i didn't get a single game but that only taught me to fight harder for what i wanted. Sophomore year came around, and with that a new coaching staff that gave me an opportunity to shine from day one. At the beginning of my sophomore season i thought i wasn't meant to be a goalkeeper, so i switched to attack, after a few games, i didn't like it and my coach could see that i was frustrated not being able to settle in. During a game against Flanagan High School, our goalie let in two goals in a matter of seconds, and our coach

My junior year volleyball season started off with great excitement: I would be a member of the varsity team. Little did I know, my primary position would be on the bench. It would have been very easy for me to become discouraged, but I am no quitter. Therefore, I decided to continue my hard work and dedication throughout the season, regardless of playing time. I made a vow to use the season to become a better player, both mentally and athletically. I became a cheerleader from the sidelines. I rooted for every other girl who was on the court, because they were my best friends and teammates, and they deserved to be praised and encouraged. I did all of

I moped my way over to the JV squad to take my place among the other unskilled players. However, I practiced and worked to be the best I could be, regardless of the weather or season. I spent every other weekday of my summer attending an elite-soccer training camp. We practiced in torrential downpours and in the blazing hot sun and, I forced myself to every, two-hour session, even when my body told me I could not handle any more. I sold my summer vacation to my love of the sport, for, on my off-days, I would push myself to practice a different aspect of the game. I worked on my shooting for hours on Tuesdays, making sure I could get the ball in the air and on target. Thursdays I focused on my footwork, teaching myself the most effective ways to get around an opponent. Then, Saturdays I concluded my week with a three mile run. I did this routine all eight weeks of my summer. Many coaches had told me in order to get better I would need to have determination and “put in the effort.” My sophomore year arrived, and I earned my spot on the varsity team, eventually becoming one of the top scorers. The following year we lost a group of our seniors, the goalie included. Experienced and for the many, I then transformed from the goal scorer my sophomore year to the goalkeeper my junior year. My failure in my freshman year had been an inspiration for my success; it gave me an edge over others on team. Initially, I wanted to be the best; however, I quickly learned that hard work and dedication are paramount. This year, I, along with my fellow teammates, marvel at how that little freshman has grown to be the senior captain of the

As I sat down on the dusty old brown chair, my coach told me “I have talked to the other coaches and have seen a lot of improvements in your game, and we have decided that we want to move you to Jv for the 2017-17 season.” When I heard those words come out of his mouth my heart started to feel like it was going to burst through my chest, I was so proud of myself for this

The following week I had also heard that Jason was leaving the Team and going elsewhere. He was the best coach ever and I will never forget him and how he made me a better player. Even if it didn’t seem much like he completely changed my personal view of soccer and I currently practice every day in order to meet my own expectations. Even then my team and I had a low self-esteem, Jason was always able to get us motivated in order to play organized and together.

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.

Ariana has made such an impact on the program. My years of getting to know her have been nothing less than incredible. Her positive attitude as well as her meticulous organization and helpfulness truly impact our program in a positive manner. In my opinion, Ariana is a born leader with great managerial strengths, as well as the ability to learn from others. I was honored to present Ariana with The President’s Volunteer Service Award for the 2015-2016 school year for her service of over 100 hours. Feel free to contact me in regards to this

The coach was a male as usual, friendly and skilled. I was excited but fearful at the same time. The sense of people watching me while I was on the field put a shake in my heart because I did not want to look foolish. We practiced hard every day to prepare for our first game. After a month of practice, the game was scheduled. When I arrived at the field, the crowd was giving me confidence and hope. I went on the field as a striker-my favorite position. Everyone had the choice of the position they had the desire for. I had wanted to be striker because I had the desire to be the person who scores. Being a striker is the hardest position on the field; I had to be fast, and my accuracy had to be perfect. Our first match did not go well; the other team had scored multiple goals. My team lost every game. The season ended quickly in shame and

Thank you for so much for everything, I look up to you so much as a leader and helping me get better. At soccer practice you would never go easy and always gave your all to make the other person better, whether it was during sprints or coaching from the field. I am thankful to have you as a teammate and a friend that is willing to push me to get stronger and better at this sport. Also it helps when the team won’t listen or follow directions from me you step in to help and get everyone to do the right things. Thank you for helping me off the field too, with math and science homework when I’m struggling. Thank you for being a good teammate and an even better friend.

Casey, I’ve always thought that you were a better coach.  No offense to Zach. Your work outs would always push us harder, but what I liked the most is the way you played. I liked how you enjoyed hopping on the field with us. Every time you were on the field with us, I thought to myself that if she could do it, I can do it as well. Your dribbling skills are incredible and when you freestyle, I would sit and watch amazed. I remember before one

My mouth dropped instantly, I was proud of myself. I wanted to become the leader for my team; I wanted to show them that it’s okay to be yourself. Instant flashbacks from freshman year began to come back. First day of practice I vaguely recall feeling not welcomed;it was as if i had to follow everyone else in order to make varsity,or to fit in. In fact, many times in practice i would just go with the flow. Being a freshman on the field hockey team was hard! Girls would intentionally yell “STOP HACKING,You’ll never make varsity”. Hearing that repeatedly;made me work harder. Eventually, I was starting midfielder as a freshman.

After almost a full season of doubting myself, doubting my capabilities and lacking confidence, I was ready to finally play the way I really could. My biggest set back in soccer wasn't how big my kicks were or how good my shots were, it was all in my head. My head was my setback. I didn't believe in myself the whole season, until one game - State Qualifiers. This was my best game by far, I scored 2 goals to tie the game, and then scored another in overtime to win and get a hat trick. I didn't worry about how I was gonna look, or what people would think about me if I messed up. I just gave it my all and played the hardest I could. In this game, I learned in order to be a winner, you have to believe you have

Sorry for the late response, but I didn't have time to write it out. Overall this season was fun, You were one of, if not, my favorite coach. You understood how I got down on myself and the team. You taught me a lot, and I’m sure you taught a lot of the other girls too. I did feel a lot more comfortable telling you things than others because you were my teacher, and because of that I think you expected more of me. Which I’m always okay with. It just seemed that you didn't have as much patience with me than the other girls, with attitude. Some of the games I got pulled. I got angry, but a lot of the other girls had the same face and some were just as upset, but you pulled me first. It upset me because you kept telling me to let the team pick me up, but I couldn't with being pulled right away. At practice the drills you did were always helpful and I think you were trying to do what was best for the team, but the drills weren't always helpful towards me. The butterfly drill was something I liked especially in the beginning, but later in the season it didn't really affect me, I needed the balls to be a little harder. I wanted to do so many other things, but I was always afraid to say it because a lot of it, I knew most of the others on the team couldn't do or would have a harder time doing. I definitely wanted more one on one time because I think there were just so many people wanting help, it was hard for you to help us with our problems and also throw the ball or do other