How To Write A Descriptive Essay About Soccer

Back into the story of me when I was on the soccer team. Being on the team in the first year of high school brings lots of honor, as much as pressure. I have to show them that I have enough ability to play with people who are older than me. For that reason, I decided to train very hard in order to prepare for the city’s soccer league. I was always the first one who went to the training camp and the last one who left there. It was the first

Unlike all other game days, this one is very special. We take on UC San Diego in hopes of securing a playoff spot. My emotions have been running all over the place, and no it’s not because I am a young adult trying to get through college. I have been playing soccer for 15 years already so it is safe to say that soccer is my life. All I do is constantly train to get better and improve as much as I can and today is my chance to showcase my talent at the highest level I’ve played at so far. It’s my second year at SFSU and my second year playing soccer here and with 20 games already recorded for me at the school, I should be coming into the game with a cool head but I am far from it.

We walked together to the field, the spikes on the bottom of my cleats clicking with each step on the parking lot pavement. A huge field with onlookers filling the bleachers on the far side came into view, lit up by the soft evening light. I spotted the girls on my team and my tired looking grey-haired coach. Me and my dad split up, me going to warm up with my team and my dad going to sit with the team parents. As I was passing with my teammates I watched the opposing team carefully. I observed how neat their drills were and how accurate their shots and passes were. They all looked so athletic and that really made me doubt myself. How was I supposed to prove to everyone that I was a good player if I had to play against a team this good? What if I mess up and the other team completely destroys my team? The loud buzzer that ended the warm ups sounded and both teams went to their side of the field. My coach called today’s starters out, and luckily he didn’t choose me. Relieved, I went to go sit on one of the hard metal chairs they provided for the teams on the sidelines. The chairs were uncomfortable but that didn’t bother me. I had other things on my mind. I sat shivering watching the events of the game

Today is the first football game in my high school career. I am beyond excited so the school day goes by very fast. I then go into the locker room where I meet many of my teammates who are very excited. They all are saying, “ What day is it?! Gameday!” Today we play the De La Salle Spartans who are a respected program in the football community. It is now time for warm ups and me being the punter of my team I go out early for warm ups. I then warm up my leg and after I do that, the team comes out and I join them for warm ups. Finally, it is game time, the moment I have been waiting for all summer. Our team wins the toss so as the starting tight end for my team I go out with the offense for our first drive. We end up going three and out so I have to

Few minutes later, one teacher started to faint and fell in the middle of audience. The game stopped and nurse came into the gym. He wasn't breathing at all, so he was sent to a hospital. The game kept going with my teammate and remaining teachers.”

The Richard Thompson Stadium started to get packed while we warmed up. Our team consisted mainly of sophomores and juniors, if there were more than 5 freshmen I would be exaggerating. I was putting on my cleats to start moving the ball and Vicente, one of the freshman said, “I wish Coach Nunez would let me play today.” “You might get some minutes depending on how the game goes,” I replied. Then, one of the juniors started laughing and told us, “look kidos, there are no chances of you kicking a ball tonight!” We did not pay much attention to him and kept on getting ready just in case. Coach Nunez was talking to the varsity Coach and suddenly he shouted, “Rojas! Come here.” I thought he was going to ask me a favor or tell me to go get something from the locker. “Rojas, I need you to be a wall in the midfield. No te quiero ver parado. Tell Kevin [one of

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

The ball moves to the feet of the other team. The rest of the team sets up to build an attack. I began to mark up on my player so he could not receive a pass. My team gets the ball and we are making a quick run to our goal. I moved into position and called for the ball. My teammate plays the ball to me and I turn to the goal and see four defenders between me and a shot at the goal. At this

She past me the ball, I took a jump stop and my left knee turned inward to my right knee. My knee turned so bad that the left one touched the right one making a popping sound. I fell to the court in pain while the tears mixed with sweat. The coaches had to call for an ambulance to take me to Cook’s Children Hospital.

My face and ears are bright red sweat dripping down my face. I see the ball come flying toward one of the players on the opposing team. I frantically run toward any one to try and block passes. I watch as our player scoops up the ball and runs down the field.

It was a cloudy day and the Sherwood soccer team was trying to protect their undefeated 2-0-1 season, playing their rivals, Oak Hills. They were at home, they needed to win this game. They hate this team, but now down 3-0 at halftime it would be hard to come back from this.

During my time with the strikers, my soccer team, we had won all our games and had made it to the finals. The finals was the most important game of my life. This is what we would do to prove we were number one. Not even one ball would get past me. The day of the finals David, my coach, calls us over to a huddle. “ Julia right wing, Anna forward, Auna defense and Shantelle goal. Everyone else regular positions. On 3.” “1, 2, 3 STRIKERS!!!” Everyone goes on the field. The referee gives me a thumbs up and I return it. The game had begun.

“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.

“Four, Four!” I yelled to my setter on the outside left and she quickly nodded her head as she was about to set the ball to me. As I started my approach, I raised my left arm and my right arm was bent at an angle besides my ear. I waited for the ball to be at a perfect height and with my right palm spread wide, I hit the ball as hard as I could muster. The ball went straight down to the other team’s side, but it went out of bounds, meaning it was outside the playing area. As I came down, my right leg twisted inwards causing my body to shift its weight towards my left leg. I landed only on my left leg, causing me to lose my balance and I felt myself falling, and because of the tremendous force, I heard a loud

“No, after you got knot out the whole team was destroyed by the other team, we were very close, if you wasn’t knout out.” the coach cried with his arm across his face.