I Love Soccer

Growing up in a Hispanic household my family’s culture has had a significant impact in my life from avoiding a different variety of salsas and thinking twice about my immature decisions. Yet their love for the beautiful game known as Fútbol or soccer has always held on to me and is inspiring how it brings together an entire world or in this case my fanatic family. With soccer in my blood, as many relatives love to think, I’ve grown to love the sport, but my love was limited by restrictions. With an un-financially stable high school placing soccer in the bottom of the list of funds, my love for the game only stretched to amateur pickup games and watching ninety minute games on FOX Deportes. With limitations affecting my passion I began to follow

That growing up can be a quite tough and extremely emotional. One of my most important life experiences is playing soccer. When I was 3 years old I was put on my first soccer team. Soccer is a big part of my culture and my family on my dad’s side. This sport has tons of meaning to us and everyone in my family has played soccer before.

Growing up in this city of Chicago was very nice. I lived on the Westside of Chicago, Hamlin and Augusta. Our community was not a community it was block. The block is the street that I lived one. My sisters and I was able to go to the park until the sunset. We would walk almost a mile just to have fun. We was able to walk everywhere, candy store, school, parties, and mall. All the houses on the blocks where kept up so nice. Every house had a flower bed. There were no boarded up houses. The grass was cut so well, and the brushes were trimmed nicely. You could smell the food that the neighbors were cooking. All the children on the block were able to play with each other. The neighbor would feed the other neighbors children. The trust for the people on Hamlin was very strong because everyone knew each other for years. The early 2000’s is a year that I will never forget. In 1973 my mom was born in Chicago. She lived in the same house that I lived in on Hamlin. As I was talking to my mother she was telling me that her life living in Chicago was lovely. Her dad

It was a beautiful, sunny day in South Florida. I was six years old, playing by the pool with my new puppy. I loved swimming in the pool almost every day after school. I also enjoyed going out on our boat after school or crossing the street and going to the beach. My father came home one evening with some interesting news. Now, I do not remember exactly how I felt about the news at that time, but it seemed like I did not mind that much. He had announced that we were going to move back to my birth country, Belgium. I had been living in Florida for five years and it was basically all I had known so I did not know what to expect. I had to live with my mom at first, and then my sister would join us after she graduated high school and my father

Soccer is the most played sport worldwide, many people love it and I’m one of them, it is my favorite sport because you can improve your skills with your feet, and get a lot of exercise. By writing this essay, I hope that I can provide more information about the sport and maybe convert the people who dislike the sport into fans.

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

Everyone has that certain thing that makes them who they are. That certain thing for me is soccer. It’s my hobby, my biggest interest, and my passion. Soccer isn’t just a sport for me, it’s my life. It has been part of my life for as long as I can remember. I have played the intriguing game of soccer since I was four years old, and I have loved it ever since.

Soccer and music have equally expanded my knowledge about life. They have made me that much more aware of my surroundings and the opportunities that come with discovery. They have both equally molded the person I am today. Being able to oblige by societies expectations and also go against them has taught me valuable lessons I will always keep. I found the comfort I needed in the things I grew up with and I found myself in the things I didn’t

I’ve heard you needed some assistance in soccer. Well, I’m here to help. Soccer is a sport of strategy and technique. You have to enjoy the sport and be passionate. If you play just for the sake of winning, you don’t appreciate it as much. Soccer is a game of passion. If you are not passionate, you will not be able to play as well. The goal of the game is not to score a goal. It’s to challenge yourself to do better. You may be competing against the other team, but you are truly competing against yourself. When you kick that soccer ball, your goal is to prove to yourself that you can do anything. Those days when you give up on playing, are the days that make you believe anything is possible. Those days are the days that give strength, courage, and determination. Those moments of despair and hardship are signs that you are succeeding. When you play soccer, you play for yourself.

I had just finished my basketball practice. I was feeling ecstatic because I was making baskets left and right like Kobe Bryant. My coach even told me that he has never seen me play like that before. Then I strutted outside and found my father parked outside the school in his large, brown pick-up truck. I hopped inside and turned my seat heater to high because it was frigid, winter weather outside. My dad made some casual small talk, then he gave me the news. He stated in a low, dull voice, “Hey Jack, grandma past away today.”

Though different places of the world may call it differently, all can agree on the fact that soccer truly is the Beautiful Game. No other game has such an international popularity and prominence, with an unmatched ability to unite fans and players over a great passion. Unfortunately, the game’s overarching organization is stained by unwanted headlines of corruption and fraud that has forced experts to question why they have such a consistent history of misconduct. Specifically, looking at FIFA’s decision to award Qatar with the 2022 World Cup can provide insight into the corruption and dishonesty of their operations. What does this FIFA’s extensive history of corruption mean for the future of the Beautiful Game?

All around me I could hear what people were saying and majority of my soccer teammates were talking about me, yet they could not know I could hear them. My heart sinks when they call me big ears grant and I always get depressed but at this moment I am used to it. I look different from people, well people look different from me.Only me and my bestfriend know my secret, the hopeless part is that my best friend died three years ago in a car accident.I refused to go to school for one week he was my only friend. Not even my parents know my secret that I can hear anything and everything.

Ever since I could remember, I have always had love for the game of soccer ever since I first laid eyes on the sport. As a kid, I would spend countless hours in the backyard by myself; I would juggle, kick around the ball and doing drills. When I wasn't in the yard pretending to be Lionel Messi I would watch Ronaldinho videos on Youtube dreaming I will one day play against him. Call me crazy, but I was addicted, even as a young boy, to the beautiful sport itself, soccer.

The school required a test for admission, so the competition was getting fierce. The teachers focused a lot on our academics and tried to squeeze as much time as they can from us to study. As the result, we were not allowed to play soccer during our free time because it hinders us from studying. Maybe it is human tendency to break laws, but the gang of us didn’t want to conform to that rule so sneaking a soccer ball to school and keep it away from the teachers became an everyday challenge. It was amazing the kind of ideas we came up with for this task. Soccer added spices into my otherwise boring school life, and it served as a channel between me and my fellow classmates. Through soccer we found a common ground, that we were able to know each other more and support each other no matter what happens. It gave us a sense of unity, and it was very important to me. Even now I cherish the pact I had with them back then - the support that helped me to stay on the right track during my rebel teenage years.

The event on meeting my grandfather. The first time I met him was around the time when I was ten or nine years old at my old house seeing tv . My mom passes me the home phone and I remember seeing my mom happy when she passed the phone to me. On the other side of the phone was my grandfather the first thing he said to me was “How are you doing Isaias.” I said “ everything is good how about you grandpa.” He took a while to respond back and said “Same here just the weather being cold.” I laugh a little of the way he responded so I say “How do you know about me and my name.” Grandfather responded “Your mom told me many things about you.” I was thinking about what to say next then I say “ can you tell me something about you grandpa.” It was an interesting when we first talked to each other we had the simple conversation as a kid I didn't know he was my grandfather. It took me a couple of minutes because of my Spanish was so bad but he knew what I was trying to say to him. When I first talk to him I felt comfortable with because this is someone that wants to hear what I have to say. I have never seen him the person or seen a picture of him at the time but that really didn't matter at the time. I know it weird that I haven't seen a family picture of him or anything like that. I asked my mom about it and she told me that my grandfather wasn't a picture person. Later on, over many fun phone calls and years later I get to see him not in person but at a video chat. This was