Football Descriptive Essay

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.

BANG. A player gets hit, he’s slow to get up, but his coaches are screaming “just shake it off” the player knows he doesn’t feel right, but he knows that’s just the name of the game. Football, one of the most controversial sports ever created. Known as a “man's” sport, pain is part of the game and if you don’t get hurt you aren’t playing hard enough. Research about football and long-term effects it has on your body has been studied heavily recently. They have come out with scientific methods of tracking the amount of force given off and/or received during games and practice. Studies have shown different diseases caused by repetitive head impact, and due to these facts contact football shouldn’t be allowed until junior high, youth brains need

“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.

“Coach I already told you i can’t do that my parents don't even know i'm here i'm supposed to be at a training” He explained in frustration to his coach not knowing what he would do.

As I put my black and gold jersey on, I thought of the outcome of tonight's game. Either the Penguins come out as champions, or they are forced to game 7. I walked downstairs to put my shoes on, and I saw my brother with his black and teal jersey on. We headed to the car. My mom was already annoyed by how much my brother and I were fighting over who would win the intense game. Finally, after a couple of minutes, we journeyed to the big game. After a long ride, we finally entered the streets of Pittsburgh. We sensed the excitement and tense atmosphere of the city. Everybody crawled the streets getting ready for the big game. When waited in line, it seemed like the whole city tried to rush in. The line took about 45 minutes, but it seemed like hours. Finally, as we went through security, we were dogs released from a cage. From the time we found our seats until the beginning of the game, more and more people filled the massive arena. Many people filled the seats up like sardines. When everybody arrived to my favorite place, we all waited for 8 o'clock, the start of the game.

I am at my soccer game on my grandpa’s birthday and the score is 0-0 we are about to start. The ref blows his whistle and the game is on. 15 minutes into the game the other team gets the ball on a drive and sinks it into the back of the net. The score is 1-0 but we still have a big game in front of us and we keep playing. The ball is passed and shot and thrown and kicked in all directions. Now the other team wins the ball and runs down the field shoots hard and sinks it in the back of the net which puts them up 2-0 we are losing but we still don’t stop fighting. There are only 10 minutes left to the half at this point I get the ball from my defender at half field. Being a semi goalkeeper myself I noticed the goalkeeper is too far off his line. I take one more touch so I’m just in front of the half and shoot. The ball is in the air with magnificent spin turning into curl and as the goalkeeper runs back to get the ball he fails and the ball is in the side netting.

The last bell of the day rang releasing all of the students. Most of the students went home, except all of the soccer students. As I picked up my bag, I walked towards the locker room. The soccer team sounded like a bunch of animals in the locker 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 of nervousness. The never ending walls of the hallway seemed like we were traveling through the desert. At the end of the hallway to large, grey doors were waiting for us. The doors opened, and the sun greeted us.

While it may not be a recognizable stadium like US Bank Stadium, Clemens Stadium at Saint John’s University holds a lot of meaning to me. While I have never played a game on that turf, I have spent many Saturdays cheering on the Johnnies, playing catch with my cousins and uncles, and helping out on the sidelines with the Chain Gang crew. These long days in the sun, rain, and snow are some of the most memorable of my life. Clemens Stadium means more than football to me. I have learned about perseverance and not giving up when things seem impossible.

This past year was the first year in my high school athletic career that I played starting goalie for the soccer team. I played previous years, but they were different as I was not in goal. The feeling and excitement of being in goal was like a euphoria. We do not always win but being a goalie changed my life! I have played soccer since I was in 8th grade. It is a way for me to release my aggression in a healthy and stable way. I have played defense and offense, but I had never been a goalie until August 28th, 2017.

It was a cool, overcast October day. My Father and I left early in the morning to make the drive from Davenport, Iowa to Green Bay, Wisconsin to watch our beloved Packers play the Minnesota Vikings. The game would mark my first Packers game ever. The year was 2010, and Brett Farve would take the field at Lambeau for the final time in his career; but obviously not in a green and gold jersey. The Packer faithful did not view him as a loss as we found new talent in our young quarterback, Aaron Rodgers. Rodgers would lead the Packers to a Super Bowl win later that season. It was sure to be a memorable day.

On a regular Friday evening, I was able to attend one of my student’s football games. I had two students in attendance one female and one male. The female was on the cheerleading team supporting the team that the male was playing for. The team I was having to root for was recognized as the “Ravens”, composed of quite a few third graders and up. In their gear, as in they were professionals you could tell the excitement from the players as the cheerleaders began jumping and cheering as they approached.

“It’s playable. It’s just before the sand trap,” I tell my opponent before walking up and switching places with her. I tee up my ball and take a step back to look at my line. I position myself and the sound of my club sweeping across the grass fills the air as I practice my swing. I wipe my sweaty palms on my shorts to stop the club from slipping. Feeling confident I square myself up with the ball and ground my feet into the short soft grass. I turn my shoulders, raise my club, and turn through my swing quick as lightning, sending my drive straight down the fairway and right onto the green. Grinning I pick my tee off from the ground and walk back to my clubs. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect way to end my round. I wait patiently as my opponent hits their ball right into the trees.

My family is already in the car, as usual waiting on me, but I ran out of the door as quick as I could, so I could jump into my car. I can’t help but to shake, for all I am a nervous mess. It almost looked like my hands were as sweaty as Niagara falls. It is springtime, so the gentle green grass, was super nice to play on in soccer season. Shortly after being in the car, for about 30 minutes we arrive at the field. I can just feel my stomach clench up as I step out of the car. I tried walking as slow as I could to the soccer field, as I thought it would make me feel better. But then I heard a voice….

In our lives struggles and difficulties will never be avoided; they are a part of life. Whether or not we are ready or prepared, they are always going to happen. The fact is that 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. What makes the difference in each day, however, is how we respond when that adversity comes our way. 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 when we played the next year (2017).

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 seed. That’s mean we had a pretty easy game ahead of us. As the day continued we one 2 more. We had a little break after the third game. Next game was what we were all dreaming of, the national championship game.