Narrative Essay About Soccer Bullies

The grey fog comes in, there is mist in the air, the cold wind increases my alertness and the uneasiness of everyone causes silence for a brief moment until the high pitched blow of a whistle starts it all. This sounds like a setting to a suspenseful corny movie but really it’s just a typical gameday here at San Francisco State University.

Everything starts as a young kid that's when you make friends and most of the time those friends are the ones you experience and try new things with in my case that thing was soccer. I grew up with a lot of my older family members playing soccer i would go to my uncles and older cousin soccer games and in my head i would think to myself i want to be as good as them and maybe even one day have a chance to play with them. When i started elementary school that's when it all started for me i made friends with kids that had the same interest as me and that was soccer it would be all i would talk and think about everyday during recess me and my group of friends would rush out to the field to play some soccer and show off our skills.

Football is a game of passion, a time when nothing else matters and the only thing that matters is going out there having fun and fighting for the guy next to you. Football has always been something that I loved and had a wild passion for. I’ve made friendships and memories to last a life time and I can always be grateful that football did that for me. Now of course I’ve had some bad memories during football as well, I remember walking out of the film room on the last day of spring ball and having Coach Antle grab me and say “Gage, I think I want to try you at a new position, I want to put you at defensive end. We need you more there and we think you can really excel there.” I remember being so furious, I had played linebacker ever since I could remember and now the last day of spring ball my senior year everything was about to change.

“You don’t deserve to be playing in the championship, you got an easy bracket to the finals, you have no shot to win this game.”

Sam couldn't play basketball anymore so he was like there coach.Rams where playing another team. They got another player instead of sam. There coach said so ben will guard the best player on the other team. Ben was like what he to good, his coach said well he's to good but you are faster. They started the game ben was guarding Robbie doing good being fast. Rams where in the lead 52-50 in the lead. But then 9 seconds left and the other team scored 52-51. Rams lose by 1 point.

During the next two years, my duties included office work along with calling defense for football, running the clock for women’s lacrosse, and inputting the live stats for baseball games. Flash forward to today, I have worked with all of Towson’s major Division one sports along with being the head intern for the department along with overseeing a group of student interns. This internship has both its positive and negative aspects, the positives being that it has allowed me to get more experience in the sports world, along with giving me an idea of the direction I want to go in. While this internship has had many benefits, it also has its draw backs. The draw backs are two-fold, one is the fact that it is low paying in contrast to the amount

Adversity is something that everyone faces at some point in their life. How you choose to face it can show you who you are, and help you grow as a person. The type of adversity I have faced involved school and sports. During my freshman year of high school, I played Junior Varsity Soccer and performed well in school at the same time. I had no problems with anything.

“ Run Agatha, Run,” my mom and dad would yell to me as I ran the soccer ball down the field past other players. Soccer was my sport, it was what I was destined to do, if I wasn’t doing that I would not know where I would be in life. My mom had put me into this sport when I was only 4 years old and ever since then I couldn’t stop playing.I was the best on my team and getting a scholarship for my dedication and hard work. My siblings, Jennifer and Jonathan couldn’t be less interested in sports, let alone soccer. My family and I lived in a small apartment that consisted of 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom, a kitchen, and a little dining area. My siblings and I barely had anywhere to sleep and food was a problem. I wanted a better future for my family and so soccer was the answer to all my prayers.

The Forgotten Sport I am a very active person, and when I was young I fell in love with the sport of soccer. My whole family is into sports and my sport of choice is soccer. Soccer to this day is probably 75 percent of my life. I live and breathe soccer.

I pulled my red socks up over my right shin guard, then my left. I slipped on my shoes, making sure they were knotted extra tight so they would not come undone. After I brushed my hair back into a ponytail and fixed my headband, I was ready. On the bus, everyone chattered about the upcoming game, music blaring, loud with excitement. The game featured my soccer team, Oak Hills, and one of our rivals, Ursula. Ursula, known for their great passing and winning record, was very well going to be one of the hardest teams we had to play. But, we were prepared and nothing could stop us.

“Bieber.. Brown.. No basketball and no soccer!” yelled Coach Leonard. Sometime we wondered if coach was psychic. It was crazy how he knew exactly what we planned on doing when we were released from practice.

US Youth Soccer is breaking up teams and separating kids from their classmates. All of this is due to the recent US Soccer mandate. It states that age groups will no longer be in line with academic dates (Aug 1 - July 31), age groups will now be determined by the year the player was born in. Now, teams are comprised of kids mostly from the same grade. With the mandate, kids born January-July will be playing with kids born August - December. This means teams will be composed of kids from separate grades. If US Soccer wants to keep building the numbers of kids playing soccer, they should not change the dates defining age groups.

I have always loved soccer, ever since I was small and had just started it, along with kindergarten. Now I was venturing into a new level of soccer: elementary school soccer. For the past year, I had been watching professional soccer, making sure to learn from every important detail that had made those larger than life players so extraordinary, so talented, and so perfect. I wrote down facts, statistics, and formations that seemed to bring them success. I practiced soccer often. For a while, I would practice for an hour or more at home after school, and when it got too cold to go outside, I would go in my garage to juggle and shoot the ball, then up to two hours at a time. I was so excited for the elementary school soccer program and I thought

Every step strained my burning muscles. I gasped for air as I sprinted down to the finish line. Sweat dripped down my face in the ninety degree heat. My eyes fixated on the runner in front of me. I leaped in front of her just as we passed the finish line, but all I could think of at that moment was, “Why am I doing this?”

“Coach, we’re sorry for screwing around during practice, but”, Coach quickly interrupted me,“No excuses, you are the best on the team now that Mihajlo quit and Patrick got moved up to varsity, and I expect you to act like it for tonight's game, I have to hold you two