Personal Narrative: A Career As A Soccer Player

When David Charles Johnson was a child, he wanted to become a professional football player. He always wanted to become a quarterback for the Green Bay Packers. As his parents raised him in Madison, Wisconsin, they encouraged him to try new things and would push him to do his best. David had a lean build with dark-brown hair and blue eyes. He participated in multiple sports, but he enjoyed baseball and football the most. In both sports, he enjoyed the throwing aspects of each game. He enjoyed pitching in baseball and being a quarterback in football. When high school arrived and David was a sophomore, he decided that he only wanted to play baseball and football. He and his parents decided it would be better for him to focus on his academics

Growing up I had focused on competitive soccer. Soccer challenged me both physically and mentally and I learned to love these demands on the field. These challenges helped me foster a self-confidence in myself when it came to athletics. When I fractured my tibia playing against my rival high school, sending my knee cap into my thigh, I was faced with a new test. The sport that I loved was taken away from me for an extended period of time and it took away part of my identity. Who was I without soccer?

My whole body is completely numb as I set my feet in the torn up, muddy battlefield known as the gridiron. I glance up to the scoreboard we’re up by 3 with 30 seconds to go. My chest is pounding through my shoulder pads and a tingling sensation runs through my arms. “It’s fourth and goal, if they hold them here they’ll win the game!” comes over the loud speaker as I hear hundreds of screaming fans cheer. I can barely see from the sweat dripping down my eyes as I look over to the sideline to get the play call. Coach calls 43 Mike Will Cover 2. This is it. This is what I have worked for. My hands are shaking with anticipation as the quarterback starts his cadence. “Down!” I scan the lineman. “Set!” I know this play it is coming right for me.

In the summer before my senior year, I tore my ACL while playing a small soccer scrimmage. The doctor explained my injury as very common in female soccer. But the heartbreaking reality made me feel much more than the statistic on the dry erase board that Dr. Mayer held. I loved waking up, going to school, and finishing the day with some type of sports practice! After the incident happened, I cried and whimpered for hours as my leg swelled to the size of a balloon. But the pain was much more than skin and muscle deep. With a post-surgery recovery time of nine months, I realized my high school athletic career had come to an abrupt and expeditious end. I had also ran out of college credits at my small school in the same year. Because of this,

In the late spring semester of my senior year in high school. I decided to take a risk with my future. All throughout high school I, identified as a football player. From a freshman I was placed on varsity and throughout my career I contributed heavily in games. Glaring into my history of sports I naturally believed college football was the route for me. During my final season as a high school student. I a major family set back. Lucky for me one of my teammates could not bare to see me leave during the middle of the season. He offered that I stay with him for the finish of the football season. I accepted his offer with much embarrassment and shame. For the first time the spotlight of being needy that I had been dodging all of my life finally caught up to me.

My adrenaline coursed through my body and my nerves were at an all time high as I was finally getting to play in my first game as a Varsity Wildcat. All my hard work had led up to this moment and there was no way I was going to mess it up. The all too familiar smell of the fresh cut grass made me feel comfortable at that moment and I lined up as the strong side linebacker and got ready for the play to start. Steam filled my helmet and my breathing got gradually quicker and quicker. The quarterback hiked the ball and I knew exactly what play they were running. I threw myself into the gap I needed to and made the tackle, but as I headed to the ground there was a violent crackling in my right knee. The whistle blew again and I tried to stand up, but I couldn’t. A flurry of emotions flooded my brain: fear, anxiety, pain, sadness, regret. When the trainer got me to the bench to see what had gone, wrong he determined that I had torn my Meniscus and I would be out for the season. All my effort on the difficult, hot, summer practice all nulled from this one moment. All my aspirations of

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.

There are about 40-50 career-ending sports injuries a year and I was one of them. Back in 2013, my father forced me to go out for football. That was the best thing I could have done until… One day everything changed.

The soccer ball rolled towards me and before kicking it in half a second, I felt the warm sunset kiss my wet, dirty face. I kick the ball as hard as I could with all of my strength making the ball curve into the goalie’s position. GOAL! I scored my first ever point out of all the games I have played with my team. As I was cheering with my teammates, I look back to see my family. They were all sitting there watching happily and shouting my name with praise. I jogged back to my position. I remember when my mom, my coach, and I went to the soccer shop to buy my own equipment for soccer. As I saw all these amazing things in awe, my mom and my coach already have bought me the things that I needed to play. I didn’t notice it until they brought me home with a surprise of a bag full of equipment.

The sport of soccer ( called football in most of the world) is considered to be the world’s most popular sport. Just kick it up, just kick it, goal kick, to the the goal, get your kicks.

I was walking down the field on the soaked soccer pitch towards my team. I saw that they were already stretching,

No, I do not speak Spanish. I didn’t “hop over a fence” to get into the United States, and it may come as a shock, but I have no intention of becoming a professional soccer player. The majority of my life, I have been subjected to preconceived assumptions of what a woman of my race should be like. Having the last name Gonzalez, and bearing the complexion of someone of Latin decent has influenced others to believe that they know exactly what type of person I am. It is for this reason, that I do not only identify myself as a proud Latina, but more importantly as an advocate for multiculturalism and diversity.

One day May 17, 1977 one wonderful women gave birth to a baby girl at noon. I was literally born with the worlds biggest passion for soccer. I was living with a soccer life. It even in my blood. For example both my dad and uncle were soccer players while my dad is scoring goals my uncle had the most important job, watching all the games. I wouldn't even be alive if soccer wasn't in my life or even Cristiano Ronaldo.

I was ready — even the freezing rain could not stop me nor smother my excitement. My eyes were set on the ball, and I concentrated on what was happening on the soccer field. As I was thinking one play ahead and looking for the possible passes from my teammates, the next thing I remembered was that I tripped over myself without even having the ball. I had no time to laugh at myself, but I got up the next second, laid my eyes back on the ball, and ran my tail off to receive the pass. I promised that I’ve only done that once in the season — tripping without a ball, but it was definitely a highlight in my soccer career that added some funny elements to a road of hard work, learning, and determination. Every practice, I’d drill in the basic skills

Right now as a freshman, my favorite sport to play is soccer. I love soccer because I have some good friends that play with me, Dom, Brody, and Ethan. I don’t want my senior self to forget about the German foreign exchange student, Henry. The practices for soccer might suck, but I like them because I get better at soccer. To become a good soccer player, I will try to get touches at home to get better. Hopefully when I’m a senior I will be great at soccer, don’t let me down senior self. The best freshman soccer player, Rj, will most likely get a scholarship as a senior because he is so good. Despite that people think the Rj is the best soccer player on the team I think that we have two better players on our team, Noah Irwin and Brennon Songer.