My Favorite Game

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.

As dirt, sweat, and the taste of blood grazed my taste buds, tears began to streak down my face making an imprint on the painted white line my cleats stood on top of. The cold medal hung around my neck as warm arms and pride enveloped me. The feelings and emotions that have been shoved down inside decided to make their appearance. Who knew a sport could mean so much?

I walked into school to be greeted by a janitor vacuuming the floors. It was time to start thinking about the game and getting my focus level up. My pregame ritual wasn’t always the same beside for one thing, be the first to the locker room to have time to think to myself. Walking into the light blue and worn-down locker room it was almost like I could feel the emotion from all the players who had been there before myself. I was greeted by a wave of smell, the smell of victory, defeat, and pure hard work. It was quite musty but I was used to it and had grown accustomed to it. I sat myself down and began to think about how I would perform tonight and what I had to do in order to be victorious. I pictured myself going out onto the court and seeing all the fans packed into our old wooden bleachers. All I wanted to do was make them proud of the team they came to watch. I looked out the window to see the vehicles of my fellow teammates driving into our dirt parking lot. Soon, the locker room would no longer be quite and it would be filled with the shrieks, laughs, and giggles of my

It gave me a sense of pride when my dad would come into the back yard and tell me how accurate and powerful my shots were becoming. At this point I wasn't conforming, I actually truly loved the sport. Near the end of the elementary, I was put into so many soccer camps, forced to attend so many soccer games so my dad could show me how the pros played. I was told one day I, just like Jei Ming would be destined for greatness. I was starting to become aggravated and burnt out. I no longer had the same passion for it as I did when I was younger. I had formed a new love, and that was for hockey. I wanted to play hockey so badly, I cried the Christmas my parents bought me my first pair of hockey skates. I figured finally I was breaking through, however that spring like every other one since I was 4, my dad signed me up for multiple camps. Like Jei Ming I saw how proud my parents were when I would step onto a soccer pitch and score multiple goals a game. I could see the pride in their eyes, their faces would glow. Although Jei Ming was forced to learn and play the piano, all these soccer games were just like a recital for me. I could see that my parents were envisioning me on the biggest soccer

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

Almost a year ago I started my first day of high school, to some people that may seem like one of the least important days of their life, but for me it made me realize that it was going to be the last year I walk through those doors to attend class, and the last time I step out onto the soccer field with some of my closest friends. As I walked through the double doors that would officially start my last year at USA High School, I looked up and my entire graduating classes names were posted up on the wall, where soon our pennants of the colleges we were going to attend would hang. High school holds some of the happiest memories for some people, from times they were at Friday night football games with their best friends, or late-night adventures they went on, but for me it was being on the soccer team. Throughout my entire high school career, I was happiest when out on the field, playing against local schools with the people I have gotten so close to over the years.

And shortly I started to realize how a video game like FIFA was able to influence me outside the gaming world to improve or impact the way I live my everyday life. The older I’ve gotten, the less I have played FIFA. I still have love for playing, that hasn’t changed, I just haven’t been able to play as much. Playing Fifa became more than just playing a video game, but a learning experience, which I can use outside of FIFA. Before playing video games, I would think video games were just for fun or to waste time. Now I’ve realized every video game out there has a meaning, even though I may not understand all the meanings or story behind it I know that they aren’t just video games. I was able to conclude FIFA has had a real meaning and learning experiences for me these past years and without this game I might have not been able to learn all these

Our first game was very intense for the most part when a kid named Matt on my team scored from the bottom of the faceoff dot in the other team’s zone right over the goalies shoulder. We lost the game but we all had lots of fun and after the game we talked about where to all go to eat. “Mcdonald's!” said one, “That stuff nasty” said another. Finally we all agreed to a bar and grill in town and then go back to the hotel. The food was good, but there was still one problem. We hadn’t won.

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

We made teams of two people per team, and in one of the games of FIFA my team was down by five goals at halftime, however, we came back to win seven to six in extra time. After a while, we started to play a cricket game called Don Bradman Cricket 2015; however, it was only two players. Which made us to take turns playing the game. Nobody could beat my friend Muzamil, but Affan was the closest to beat him, but in the last over, which is equivalence to an inning, he completely collapsed and lost. Muzamil ended up beating everyone by at least fourteen runs. Once we started to get bored of playing Don Bradman Cricket 2015, we went to the beach to relax in the sun and play some games there as well.

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.

We were all set up on the field ready for the game, I remember closing my eyes forabout a minute before the game started, that minute felt like 10 years, I froze and thought aboutmyself when I was 3 years old and how I first fell in love with the game and how my ultimatedream was to become pro, I remember the hours of pain and suffering I put myself through tobecome the player I was today, I remembered waking up at 4 a.m. on school mornings to go forruns so that I could run longer in games,I remember skipping parties and hanging with friendsso that I could train, I remembered everything, but one thing truly hit me was how much soccerwas there for me growing up my parents argued a lot and when I was feeling sad and lonely Iwould go train at the fields and it would hell my sorrow. Growing up in a household when yourparents are constantly fighting is difficult, but soccer was my out lit it was my therapist. Duringthe time of their divorce I felt like I had no one but soccer so I decided I need to give back to thegame. Soccer did so much for me, so I wanted to prove to it that it wasn't a waste of time andthat I would make something out of the game. I opened my eyes and didn't feel human anymore Ididn't feel in control of my own body the sport had taken over me for the better. I remembermoments when I was running and it didn't even feel like my feet were touching the floor

I looked over at my teammate to the right. I nodded at my feet suggesting that she pass it to me. She shrugged and sighed, already feeling defeated. The whistle blew. She passed it to me half heartedly. I received the ball and ran as fast as I could. I maneuvered the ball in a way I did not know I was capable of. I felt invincible. I came up to the goal. I was not close enough, but I knew I only had seconds left, and I could not waste any precious time attempting to dribble closer. I gathered up all my force and shot the ball. The crowd was silent. It was so quite that I could hear the impact of my foot hitting the ball. My heart stopped. The ball was losing momentum, and I was losing hope. The goal keeper lunged, but was centimeters short. The ball slowly rolled into the goal. The whistle blew a second later. I stood in my spot, unbelieving what had just happened. I heard the thunderous claps of the crowd. I had done it. I had scored the winning point and obtained the first place trophy for my team. I heard my father over joyously screech. My team celebrated by jumping on me until I was sprawled on the floor under them. I was

Being invited to the LSAM State basketball tournament was kind of a big deal. This was my first year playing on the 7-8th grade team at my middle school. Going into it we were heavy favorites to win, but that all changed after our first game. Standing on the side of the lane for a free throw, I could feel the cold sweat dripping down my face. My coach yelling “Andy get the rebound”, which actually meant to run a play after the shot. Down two points, I watch the ball bounce off the rim and I leap towards it. Grabbing the leathery ball, I hurl it to my teammate who is down the court. The play is executed perfectly. Our best shooters is spotted up on the three point line. He puts up the shot and the crowd goes silent. In slow motion, I watch

Me and my team were playing around with Coach Sharp and decided to race each other in basketball. It was a regular school day, practicing at 2 pm to prepare the team for a better season next year. The gym was blazing, full of sweaty girls, and we were enjoying ourselves because we had finished our last game. All of a sudden, practice ended and it felt like my energy was drained. My heart began to race fast and I couldn’t breathe. I thought to myself that this could not be good. I told my coach to come over and