Goal Sheet

Powering past defenders and blades of grass alike, I reach my big toe out to barely touch the ball past the last defender. That’s it! With thirty yards to goal I’m all alone; it’s just me and the goalkeeper. One last big touch before I place the ball firmly into the back of the net. Twenty yards out now and I’m already picturing what my goal celebration will be, a quick sprint to the sidelines while my teammates all chase me, finished off with a point and stare to my Dad, per usual. I forgot about one thing, the defender steaming in from my back left side. Winding my right leg back, the defender sideswipes me. I was moving so fast I couldn’t catch myself. Smack! The right side of my face hits the dirt. Blood everywhere, my nose is numb, and my face stings with a type of rug burn sensation I had never felt before. Seems bad enough, but wait for the kicker, I’m not moving. My back tingles for a couple minutes while I lay in a mixture of blood and dirt. Then the tingling goes away, I walk unassisted to the bench, certain that I will

Naturally, however, I got apprehensive in some plays and hesitated or did not move exactly as I should have, which would usually result in a goal or near shot, but it was not the end of the world. Near the end of my last season on junior varsity, I was goalkeeping against one of the toughest teams in my county, and was being hammered by their offense. At one point, I rushed forward to steal the ball from a forward, hesitated, and collided with the player. The sheer force of two players running towards one another and crashing jolted me, and I was on the ground, okay but a little confused. The player beside me struggled to get up, and she could not. I must have been in shock, because I could only sit and stare as the school trainer hurried over, and an ambulance was called for. She was ultimately taken to the emergency room, and doctors determined that she had broken both bones in her shin. I was given a red card, and later a three game suspension as a result, even though the accident had been unintentional. Something like this had never happened to me, and I was not only dumbfounded, but I lost a great deal of confidence in myself as a

Soccer had taught me many things in life. It showed me the significance of family in all forms, to be responsible and appreciative of my peers and elders. I will never forget that day, no matter how old I am, because I had learned an essential lesson, to never give

Soccer always been a great part of my life. I play it since, I was three years old. My greatest moment was the final game of the district tournament. It was the first time for me and my teammates to make it that far. I had to act like I got it all under control since I was the captain of the team but I was shaking until the game started. The game went by fast, it was the minute 89 and it was a draw one to ne after my friend’s header goal from the corner kick. We had two minutes before we go to extra time and everyone in the field already so exhausted. The other team had the ball, and I was at the center back, I ran and cut the ball from the other team, I began running as fast as I can. I was not sure either to pass it or keep

On one fall morning, my mom and I arrived at the Hulmeville Soccer Tournament. There were so many teams that had great potential to win. My teammates and I Were excited to play theses teams and push our skills to the limit. Our soccer team won all five games that we played. Therefore we made it to the championship angist Hulmeville, one of the best teams in the tournament. The game started and there were no goals scored. Since it was the finals, we went

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

I got off the bus in a hurry to get some fresh air because that bus was filled with New York air. I saw the field that we were going to play on and we slowly walked up to the field. All of us were nervous to put on a show. We all had butterflies in our stomachs.

I do not get surprised easily, but when I scored my first lacrosse goal, I was pretty shocked. I have considered myself as a decent lacrosse player; however, I did not score a single goal in my first season. Similar to my first season, my second season started out with me struggling get open and score goals. Fortunately, as the season progressed, I started to learn how to get open and get pass my defender. All of this came to fruition when I scored my first goal. It was the first quarter and our opponent had just turned the ball over. Our team was able to clear the ball past the midfield line, so I dropped into my designated position around ten feet away from the goal. Strikingly, the midfielder with the ball saw me open and passed it to me.

In a flash, the referee blows his whistle, and the game is over. Legs striding, I chase after the ball, stealing it from the other team. Amidst the excitement, I lose track of time, and minutes go by in seconds. I started playing soccer when I was 7 years old. For as long as I can remember I have loved to play soccer. When I play soccer I forget about all my worries. Since then I have played for many different recreational teams for Verdigris and Catoosa. I have also played for a competitive soccer team for West Side Alliance. Today, I play for Verdigris High School soccer. I have played for their junior varsity team for two years as the captain and the junior varsity player of the year. I have also played for the varsity team.

The season was coming to a close and I have yet to score my first goal. Our next game was against Peters Township and even at that age, we had rival teams. Around halftime I could feel the cold, wet raindrops touching the surface of my skin. The rain caused the field to be slippery and wet, so the ball moved differently then it would on a dry field.

My freshman year I made the Varsity soccer team. Every practice I had to strive and work harder to be able to keep up with the upperclassmen skill level and talent. I was finally getting to where I wanted with consistent practice. I became a starter and the upperclassmen would pass me the ball more and help me on the field when there were opponents on me. It wasn’t until the middle of the season when everything changed. We were playing against a school who was very skilled and talented. It was in the first half of the game when one of the girls on the opposing team had the ball and was dribbling it down the field. It got past our midfield players and two defenders. I was the last one before it reached our goalie. I ran towards her and with everything I had I kicked the ball.

I had just finished lunch when a group of my classmates decided to start up a game of soccer in the field next to the alligator tanks. I can play soccer. I played when I was like 5, but okay! I’m walking through squishy, muddy grass and thought nothing of it. The boy I really liked at the time starts off the game.

Well it was a typical day as a ballboy. I guess people would say it wasn't a job but to me it was. I liked being ballboy all the time, I did it for two seasons for the Cherokee County High School Soccer Team. Thats where I play now. But the very first game I was ballboy, it was soaking wet and there was this Hispanic referee that used to be my Fusion coach that my dad and him got into it then I quit his team.

After playing recreational soccer for ten years, my soccer team decided to attempt an indoor league after our main, outdoor season ended in the fall. I had never played indoor soccer before, and was excited to try it but also extremely nervous because I was unsure of how we would perform compared to teams who had played before. Seeing the indoor field for the first time, I felt a false sense of security that we would perform well because the field and the goals were smaller than in outdoor soccer. When the game started, the other team immediately outran us and outplayed us. The ultimate failure came when I, as goalie, constantly let in thirteen goals. The worn out defenders were at the halfway line, while I was left defending against with

Sprinting up the sideline, I was flying in to stick the hardest tackle of my life. As the window of opportunity approached, I wound up and swung with all my might. Somehow I missed the ball, flew into the air, and landed on my back. This play is just a piece of the large puzzle of soccer failures throughout my years playing for the high school team. 650 words is not enough to list every bad play, mistake, and embarrassing moment suffered on the field, but I will sum it up: I sucked. This was not always the case, though. I began playing recreational soccer at the age of five, and was a natural at the game. My parents tell stories about how I would pass the ball to myself and score. While my high school career wasn't