Personal Narrative: A Career As A Soccer Player

Crash! I was on the ground. I clutched my knee in pain. My parents taught me how to deal with problems presented to me, including pain. That injury changed my perspective on my parents knowledge.

Christian like's to play soccer but he isn't that good . He want's to make to the soccer team, but the soccer coach doesn't think that he is good enough to make it, The other soccer players and his parents don't believe in him either.

It was a cold day in November: an icy breeze blowing across a green soccer pitch in Jackson, Mississippi. Fans along the sideline cheering on the Jackson Elite FC. I took the field feeling the pressure of gameday bearing down like i had weights on my shoulders. This was the first time I had every started as a forward in a soccer game. The referee brings the ball to midfield and sets it down. I hear my parents cheering from the sidelines. The opposing team kicks off and the game is on.

As athletes, we always feel invincible. No matter what I had been told, I was convinced that a serious injury would never happen to me. The coaches and doctors had described the “popping” sound that accompanies an ACL injury, but for years I ignored them. One day, when I least expected it, it happened to me. I tore my right ACL in September of 2012, at the beginning of my eighth grade year. For me, it could not have happened at a more inopportune time for my future soccer career and, at the time, I thought my dreams were over. I was convinced I would never play soccer in college, let alone be able to play for my varsity high school team as a freshman.

Hey Mohawks! This past Thursday was senior night for soccer. I would of never imagined it coming so fast, it seems like the season started last week. Words cannot describe how sad I am that I only have a few more games left. As we closed out our season Tuesday we are looking forward to the post season. We are hoping to upset Valley View next Monday. We faced them earlier in the season and the results were not what we wanted. I am confident that we can come out this time ready for what they are going to throw at us. I hope everyone has a good weekend and thanks for

“Go Spartans Go!” screamed the crowd as we took the field. I felt nervous, with sweat dripping from my face and my hands feeling moist. The moment I took my position, I felt destined to be the best player on the field and thought to myself, “I can do it.” It was my first start for my career as a varsity soccer player for Brookfield East. I wanted to make every opportunity count. I could smell the scent of the freshly cut grass and the aroma of the concession stand. The referee blew his whistle and we were off to the races. The first 45 minutes went by in a heartbeat and I was exhausted. 5 minutes after halftime, the unthinkable happened. As I was sprinting for the ball, my knee gave out and twisted beneath me. I fell in an instant and I felt

The feeling of defeat is one like no other. It was my freshman year, and I had just made varsity soccer for Vestavia Hills. The goal for the team: 7A state champions.

Throughout my lifetime, activities, events, and services that I am involved in have shaped me as a person. The one thing that I personally think has had the most impact on my character is being a soccer coach for Lil’ Kickers, it has given me qualities of leadership that will carry on throughout my entire life.

I was born with a crown on my head so at age five when I was given a soccer jersey and cleats I was not a happy princess. Surprisingly I did a great job at blocking...my body from the giants who always seemed to be running towards me for some reason. Knowing that kicking and blocking was not part of my capabilities, when the ball landed at my feet I did as the famous and inspirational rapper Ludacris once said, I moved and I got out of the way. During halftime of one game my dad had a fit, partially because I was not a boy but that is a different story. He told me ”you need to toughen up out there. Nice people finish last! Do you know why the Brazilians call soccer football? Because they know that this is a rough n’ tough sport!” *CONFUSED LOOK* No dad! They call it fútbol because that is the name for soccer in their country. *SIGH* Needless to say my dad is not bilingual; although, he was right about me being too polite and this wasn’t just on the court... I mean field. At 5 it didn’t affect me; however, by middle school I became a victim of bullying for being too “nice”. No one treated me like a princess anymore and looking back my crown had been slowly falling off as the realities of the real world

Soccer has been my passion ever since I was a young child and my love for the game is always growing. I have gained a lot of experience and knowledge of the game by playing with various teams, but I know there is always more to learn. Watching how hard people, such as the pros, work for what they have reached inspires me, which is why I always try my best in practice and try to improve everyday. I try to be the most hardworking player in practice and in the games, but as captain of both my club and high school team, I try to encourage all of my teammates as well. Living in a small community, far from bigger oportunities, I feel like I haven't been able to fully show more people what I'm truly capable of. I believe that because of my determination,

The freshman A soccer team at Neuqua, a team full of passion for soccer. We came up strong in the beginning of the season with a record of seven wins and zero losses. That was until we played Benet, the bus ride there was lively, we were all excited for the big game. When we got there we saw the team, they made us nervous because many of them play for academy teams outside of school and they also looked bigger than us, we could tell they weren't going to be an easy opponent. We all played sloppy, sloppy passing, sloppy control, everything was sloppy. We ended up losing that game four to one, we barely made it out alive. The bus ride home was quiet no one said a word. In two days we would have to go up against Waubonsie, and no one was excited.

Three summers ago when I signed up for soccer my first time I was ready and excited. When I whent to practice I felt like one of the best players on the team. Well actually I felt like I was the second best on my team but I wasn’t. During practice I liked to score goals or at least try to.The reason of that was because my mom said she would give me five dollars for every goal I scored.The problem was I never practiced dribbling the ball.

It is eight in the morning and today is the final soccer game of the season. The season coming to an end is a bittersweet feeling. The game starts at nine, but coach wanted us there early to warm up before the game. We are taking a bus to the field. Everyone is in the zone, so the bus is completely silent. On our way to the game I am listening to music trying to get my mind in the right place. We were going to go against the best team in the state. To some people it is just a game, but to my team and I this is the modern day World War 2.

I have had the privilege to be able to play soccer the majority of my life. Over the past several years, I noticed the formation of cliques on the club soccer team that I was on. Unless other positive alternatives are encouraged, cliques tend to stay together and can produce negative power. My teammates would belong to certain groups within the team, and the groups wouldn’t interact. That impacted the way we worked together on the field. I asked myself, “Were we really playing soccer at our full potential?” In my freshman year of high school, I was chosen to be the team captain by my soccer coach. This responsibility included representing the team, getting to the games early, and leading warm ups. My coach told me that I was selected because

i am a soccer player I wonder if I make a goal I hear the crowd cheering I see my friends cheering I want to win the game I am a soccer player