My Experience with Soccer and Asthma

Ever since I could remember, soccer had been in my life. If there was a soccer team that needed a coach, my father was always the first to volunteer. There were almost too many strenuous weekends spent hours away from home for soccer tournaments to count. My entire family, consisting of my parents, my siblings, my dog, and myself, packed in a mini-van heading to a city that I had never heard of for soccer games. But when I entered high school, all that would soon go away. I kept playing the same sport that I always had, although now I had to wake up at five in the morning for six hours of high school soccer practice in the smoldering summer heat in order to make the high school team. High School sports were more competitive than anything I had done before. I put in as much effort as I could to make the Varsity High School team, staying out past dinner to practice even longer. I was utterly divulged in soccer and trying to be the best I could be. Soon, I would regret placing a game over spending time with my family.

Well I finally discover the true love and passion I have for soccer two years later when I was 8 years old. My parents finally decided to put me in a team called “Princess” I would go to every practice and always tried to get my parents in the car at time so we would never be late to games. I played defence and scraped my knees sometimes trying to get the ball out of our side. But I never knew what I was actually capable of until my coach had a job and had to leave coaching for a while and one my teammates parent decided to step in. I was so use to playing defence but he wanted to make things different and he believe I would do even better at forward. The next game I played forward score every single goal winning the game I never understood why people seem so happy to score until that day. Seeing the ball slowly roll in the back of the net and every single parents and kids raise from their seats and start clapping nonstop and screaming my name has been the most amazing feeling I have felt in my

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 was a huge thing in my community so when one of my friends named Julio invited me to join his soccer team i got so happy i went to go buy new pairs of shoes to show them off and to this day i will never forget what those shoes were they were these blue and grey nike mercurial shoes. I went to my first game and that's when i met more people that also loved soccer like i did but they went to different schools so i didn't really know them. My team won the league and also the finals i was 8 years old when all this happened and as an award for winning the finals my team was rewarded with a huge trophy. What made that day the most memorable day of all is when i received a separate trophy and on the trophy it had written “Star player” that's when i

I can relate to most professional soccer players because my dad and all his brothers were all soccer players themselves. I know what it feels like when you get fouled in a soccer match and the referee does not call a foul for you so you get up heated towards the opponent and you take out your frustration on the referee by talking back to him and asking why he did not call it. Also sometimes when you are not enjoying your playing time in a certain soccer team you choose not to play as hard as others because you are not enjoying your time in that particular soccer team. Another reason is that your own teammates frustrate you because they are not listening or are just off their game that night so you choose not to pass the ball. My life has always revolved around soccer. My father and I watch professional soccer games as often as we can but when our professional soccer team plays a certain day we are for sure going to be busy watching the game whenever the match is on. In our family a brother of my father was actually really close to becoming a professional soccer player for a team in mexico

At the age of ten I was the most energetic, go-lucky, confident girl. I excelled at my beloved sport, soccer. I had been playing since I was just a mere five years old, far longer than the other girls. Playing so long had helped me be at a higher level of skill than most of the other players on my team.

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.

Every student athlete dreams of playing the sport they love in their future, whether it is in college or even to go play as a professional. I have played other sports in my life, but soccer has always been my favorite sport. I decided to drop every other sport I was in to play soccer. It was a pretty hard decision because I really did like playing other sports, but I really wanted

It wasn’t an easy decision since being a multi-sport athlete, I was also a great boxer and football player. I had love for the sports that I took part in, the potential I had was like no other. I had the academic qualities and physical attributes to go a long way with all three sports but nothing beats time. I had to make this decision in order to establish what I was going focus on. I decided to focus on soccer because this sport takes my mind off everything, I feel like i'm in a different realm when I play, I don’t get that feeling for anything

Many people play sports and have hobbies they are passionate about, but soccer isn't justa hobby or a sport I play for fun soccer is my life. Millions of people across the globe play thebeautiful sport of futbol (soccer), so what makes me different from the rest. I started playingsoccer when I was 3 years old and instantly fell in love with the beautiful game. I could tell rightaway that soccer was my sport and my passion and no one could take that away from me.Throughout my development of soccer my emotions for the sport remained constant but mypassion for it changed I became addicted to the sport. I could and still stay soccer is my drug andI can not live without it. Soccer is many things to me it is my friend, my comfort place, mysupporter,

Ever since I was in grade school, I was one of the smallest kids in my class. I have always loved the game of soccer. Because of my size, I knew as I got older that I would have to practice really hard and in my spare time in order to keep up with the other kids. Since I had my heart set on becoming a starter, I had my mind made up that I would work hard on and off soccer season.

I do not remember much from when I was five years old, but I will never forget Saturday mornings playing soccer in the playground behind my elementary school in a small program run by parents in the neighborhood. My dad was not around much during the week due to a very time-consuming job, so the weekends he got to spend with me and my sister was very important to him. Allie, my sister who is two years older than me, is the one who got my family into soccer. My dad signed up to be a coach for her kinderkickers team and then to be a coach for her town team. I would play with my sister’s team as well as my own because my dad always brought me along to their practices and games. I liked playing goalie and defense and I was good; at least as good

As my class arrived in the computer lab, I was tentative about whether or not to remark to the teacher that I was having breathing problems. Back then I was ten years old with Asthma ; I was extremely shy every time I had to interact with my peers. I was supposed to type a mini-essay for my computer class, but the lack of oxygen reaching my lungs made feel overwhelmed. At that instant, I decided to go up to the teacher to request to go to the nurse’s office because my throat was hurting. Surprisingly, she said I could wait because she didn’t see it as an emergency.

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.

Opportunities like those come very few times in a lifetime. Maybe only once in a lifetime. For some, it just never appears. Luckily I was handed the opportunity that everyone wishes for. Philadelphia Union, a professional MLS team, had sent my dad an email about a month ago saying they wanted me to go to Philadelphia to try out for their youth soccer team. At the point I was notified by my dad of this news, I was ecstatic, joyful and mostly eager to go to Philly and try out already. I’ll admit: I got emotional the moment I was told of this glorious opportunity. Never before had I been given such a chance, such an opportunity to someday reach my goals of playing professional soccer in front of thousand-plus fans.