I played competitive soccer for a very long time, and right before one outdoor season, I got the news that I was dropping a level, and it shattered my heart. I thought I wasn’t good enough for the competitive team. When I showed up to the first practice, I thought to myself, ‘This is going to be a long season’. These girls couldn’t quite play like how I was used to; quick, intense, and losing wasn’t an option. I acted like I was better than them because I had played at a higher level for most of my life. I thought that if the coach would see how much of a better player I was, they would send me back up to the more competitive team. However with each practice and game, my frustration grew and I started yelling on the field, things like what to do, what we should have done, and if we messed up, I made it quite obvious that I was frustrated. I just really wanted to get back to my old team, that was my only goal. When my coach called me off of the field for a “substitution”, I was utterly confused. I was doing the best out there so shouldn’t I stay on? When I got off the field my coach sat me down and told me to smarten up and shut up or I wouldn’t be getting on the field again. He told me that he knows I played on a better team, but my attitude needed to improve because this was my
I am extremely grateful for this because soccer has impacted my life immensely. I can honestly say that soccer has pushed my life forward in a positive direction. It taught me how to be competitive, hard-working, and how to deal with people I necessarily didn't agree with or care for. That competitiveness that I first learned at the ripe age of four is something that has carried on into other aspects of my life including my education. I always want to have the highest grade in the class and if that’s not possible than the highest grade that I can get. This previously mentioned competitiveness on the field and in the classroom translates into hard work. Dealing with people I don't get along with isn't something that I am the best at, but I have been working on it. I am not always going to like my boss or coach, but I am not going to be able to change that. I can think of a few examples where I have gotten into an argument with someone who I definitely shouldn’t have been disrespecting and as I look back I feel foolish and that helps me deal with similar situations that I currently
Along with working hard to make the team I wanted to be on most, once I was on the team, I learned that I can’t always control everything. Being knocked down through the seasons, I have less desire to continue playing. “Tough love” would be an understatement on how some of the coaches have treated fellow athletes and I. Never earning a “nice work” or “good job” begins to get frustrating and you get harder on yourself as an athlete. These challenges have grown me as a person and taught me that I shouldn’t give up, no matter how hard it
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.
I currently play on the U13 Girls Black soccer team for Fredericksburg Football Club. Recently, our team experienced a difficult time. Our previous coach, Jens, was getting very irritated towards our behavior. It seemed as if our team did not care what he was saying, as well as what our teammates were saying to us. We were consistently receiving discipline and were getting defeated during our games due to our lack of concentration.
I now see this as a failure of my skill and versatility, but at the time, instead of becoming trying harder to improve, I became bitter toward the coach and some other players. I blamed my shortcomings on others, blaming the coach for not switching out players during games, and a senior for taking my position at first base, even though she deserved it. I ended the year with minimal game time. At the time, that was all I deserved.
The rest of the team has seen me on my really bad days and days where I feel amazing. We all go through ups and downs. All of us 18 girls on the team had to get through preseason, and although it was only two weeks as opposed to the usual three, it was one of the most physically demanding times of my life. Despite this, it is rewarding to accomplish something after months of summer workout packets and preparation, and we all got to do it as a team. Even serious preparation and practice does not allow us to win certain games. Losing 4-0 to Dock took a toll on us, and for a couple of days it was easier to point fingers to others as to why we did not win. In spite of this upset, I used it to drive me during the next game. Not everything that happens during the season is going to lay out the way we would like it to, but I would not trade this sense of kinship for
After my sophmore season a senior created a petition to get the coach we had to resign and after 100+ signatures he stepped down. We were on the hunt for a new coach which took several months but soon enough we had to look no further. We got a new coach named Coach Roc Azzrello who played lacrosse at CW Post and Colgate so he was very expericnced in the sport.My junior year i started off playing the same position as years prior a defensive midfielder but later in the season my coach moved me to defense once again for speed reasons. After he moved me to defense our team showed more improvment and let in alot less goals. In all the years of lacrosse programs at Hamilton West we’ve never made it past the first round of MCTs (Mercer County Tournment) but this year we beat Ewing 8-4 to go onto round two of the tournmant. After advancing to the second round we faced hopewell where we were defeated 19-1 but we did the best we could do with what we had. After being eliminated from MCTs we had one regular season game against Edison which we won 10-11 in overtime to end our regular season with a reocrd of 9-7. Which is the best record in my schools lacrosse history. Also we ended up making it into the state tournment where we faced Rumson Fair-Haven who were ranked 2nd in our division. We lost 20-1 in a very big upset however it was the first time Hamilton West ever made it to states. With all of that being said i believe that i
Last year I went to a different high school and I was part of the Junior Varsity soccer team. It was my second year playing for the team and I was elected to be the team Captain by most of my teammates and even the coach. I was chosen to be captain on a practice before our first game, I told myself that I will lead my team to victory and win all of our games to take the B.V.A.L title for J.V. We ended up winning our first game but it was hard because we had no communication on the field. Since I was captain I was doing all of the screaming instead of the coach. One thing that I found out after that game was that I should have been easier on the guys and tell them to do their job instead of yelling at them. So after that game during our practice
Our first game was at 9, but the players were supposed to be there at 8, so I thought that I should be there. Because it was a round robin, when I got to the gym East Grand and Steamboat were playing. I was beginning to get nervous because I did not want to let down the players that I was coaching. When the game that was going on reached the fourth quarter, I took my players to the locker room and went over our game plan. The game before ours ended, and my players began to warm up. I was getting more nervous now; this was the first time I had ever coached, and I did not feel like I was qualified enough to be coaching. Sure, I have been playing basketball since third grade, but I did not think that I should be coaching. The game started, and I soon realized that my patience level was not as high as I thought. I never was mean or yelled negatively; I tried to constructively help the players. During the whole game we were doing really well, and I was super happy. The players were running their offense and doing well on defense. During the end of the game I was feeling really well because I knew we were gonna
We ended up losing the game 19-0, while we got dominated most of the game. But then after the game when everybody shook the coaches hands, they told all older kids and running backs how great they were, but when I went up, he didn’t even say anything. Not even a little “Good job this year.” I walked off that field hoping I never had to deal with that coach again. And my wish was granted, as this year we got one of the High School coaches who played everybody fairly and linemen were not at all overlooked. He helped us and even put the game on us sometimes. It had more pressure, but I loved it. I was visible
On our first game we did our best at the time but we weren 't doing great. We ended up losing and the score was something like 10 to 1. We weren 't a real good team and it seemed to me like some members of the team were a little over sensitive. I was always trying to stay positive by saying things like that was just one tuff team i bet we’ll win the next one, or we didn 't do that bad. Even though I knew at the time our team wasn 't that good.
I was an incoming freshman, two weeks prior to my first day of high school, and I was terrified. I knew that I loved the sport of football, however I had heard stories from my brother about how tough Stepinac’s freshman football coach was. Everything that I was told was true. One of the coaches great lessons that he taught me was that a hardworking disciplined team is typically more successful than a team that has all of the talent in the world, but is not disciplined and does not work hard. That summer was the hardest that I had ever worked up to that point to start in a football game. The hard work never paid off, and I left at the end of that season defeated. I wasn’t good enough, I wasn’t fast enough, and I wasn’t strong enough. I had only played in two of the games, one, for a snap when
Something about being on the field changed something inside of us because, even the most soft spoken kids off of the field expressed their frustration openly. I continued to be no different. What the team and I failed to realize was that the worse we acted, the worse the reffing would get. That attitude would not allow us to get anywhere, and we didn’t. We did not win a single game despite our coaches best efforts to control us. The refs knew several of our players by name, and always listened a little closer when we talked, and the calls always came against us. Our coach had a talk with us about the respect, and I shrugged it off again because it was not about me.
During the second semester of my sophomore I started coaching the U-12 soccer league through the Joliet Park District with my sister’s boyfriend Ryan. Ryan and I co-coached this team and we had the help one of the player’s father so we had an extra hand. I was extremely nervous because there wasn’t a huge age difference between kids and myself. The first day Ryan took the lead in coaching and I tried my best to reinforce what he was trying to explain. As our first season went on I started getting a little too close to some of the players and the impacted how I would talk to just those players alone. To me that was not a big deal because what is the point of coaching if you don’t to know the team you are with right? Well that blew up in my face when it