Personal Narrative: Becoming A Good Soccer Player

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.

My freshman year we entered playoffs with a hopeful optimism that in our first year in 3A, the largest division, we could make a statement that we were here to stay. In the end, the game didn’t go our way. There were some questionable calls made but in the end, it is what it is: we weren’t good enough to win. A tough reality but often times you learn more from a loss than from a win. Sophomore

Every time school starts I am always looking forward to soccer season because that’s what I love doing the most and what i focus on. When soccer tryouts come up I am always ready also I am always prepared to give it my all to go out there and impress the coaches and let them know how much it means to me to join the team and how bad I want to play. There is two days of soccer tryouts and I attend both days because is very important for me to make the soccer team. I went to day one of soccer tryouts and I was trying my best to get attention from the coaches that were watching but then I felt like I didn’t give it my all, I felt disappointed because I know I could do better, at this point I was worried and stressed out but I never planned on giving up. I told myself that I was going to do better the next day.

It is the first Sunday of September: and for many, it’s just a typical Sunday evening, people go about their normal Sunday activities like going to church, watching football, and enjoying time with their family. The first Sunday of September means a new beginning for the coaches and players of Marvin Ridge High School lacrosse. This Sunday is the beginning of their road to a hopefully successful season and the return to Cary, North Carolina to redeem themselves for the past two failed attempts to achieve greatness and hold up the State Championship trophy. Lacrosse isn’t just a hobby or a school sport to the players and coaches, it’s a passion that drives them to get up every morning and want to be able to make it back to Cary. Coach John Delucia is well known in the lacrosse community for his prestigious achievements from previous teams he has coached and his amazing lacrosse career at Ohio State University.

At the time, I was just a basic soccer player. Until the day I became a winner, to them I

I recall we lost one scrimmage but ended up beating that same team the next day in the tournament.We went to the final and we were so proud.I don't remember the score exactly but i think it was 3-2.They score their first two goals in the beginning of the first half,as we only scored 1 .W e not to happy about the score . Half time approached and the refs blew there whistle and we all go our drinks and took some time to breath after running for like 45 minutes.He give us a speech every game.Before,during, and after is when he tells us.We really got so motivated during the middle of the final.

"Fweeeet-woooo", the sound of the whistle letting us know the game is about to begin. A little apprehensive isn't the word that describes this moment. "Yanna your at mid", Coach Russuem says in the background distracting from my daze; my first game ever playing soccer and I'm in the starting 9. As I walk on the field I get this rush of fearful thoughts, "What if I miss the ball? what if I don't be aggressive enough? Am I ready? Should I sit this one out? Should I tell coach I'm sick? Should I.....", I notice I have this tremble as I walk and I start to tell my self I can do this! After encouraging myself and putting my head in the game I looked at the score board realizing we're in the lead 3-2. Now the second half is about to cease, thus for,

We fought through a tough conference that year, and in the end everything came down to one game. To make the state tournament, we had to win our final game of the season. Our opponent was Alma, who had previously beat us a few weeks before. From the beginning the game was a battle, for whoever won would be playing in the state tournament a week later while the losing team’s season would be over. In the end, we ended up losing, meaning my dream had been shattered. We were just one game short.

It is my first soccer practice of my last year in high school. After five minutes of incessant running and a collision with the goalkeeper, I fall to the ground. Screaming in sheer agony and totally bewildered, I try to stand but sense something is wrong. The atmosphere does not feel right. My teammates gathering around me. My coaches yelling for the physical trainer. Teammates and staff gazing at my leg with puzzled expressions. I muster the strength to pull my upper body high enough to view my leg and I see it. My leg, covered and dripping in blood. My skin totally eradicated from the bone sticking out of my shin. I attempt to extend my shaking hands towards my leg, but they instantly give way. Drop. My own arms could not withstand the immense

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.

Several remember can be cause of moments in my kid and adult. When I was child, I wanted to be a soccer player. I liked very play in the street, in the park, and the yard of my house with my friend. I saw the movie about the life of Pele. This was the motive that grow in my the wish to be a soccer player. I had 13 yerars old and my thought was the image of Pele. This stayed like a stand by in my life for different reasons. Also, like kid can finished my studies with awards.

Since I was five years old I have been a goalie for my soccer team whether it be the local rec team or the high school varsity team. I have always loved the game but I have also enjoyed playing multiple other sports such as basketball, ski team, softball, and eventing. With juggling all these activities as well as doing well in school I never really got all year round training many other goalies get. So when I was a freshman there was an upperclassmen goalie who was the varsity goalie and it was expected that when I was a junior I would take over where she left off. However, a bunch of changes started to happen that year. We got a new coach which meant we all had to prove to him that we deserved our spots the team. There was also a new freshman

One year ago, a friend and I entered to a soccer team, but the team was not the best team. I decided to enter because I play very well with my friend, and we demonstrated it. When we entered the team we started to score many goals. We got to the final, and both my friend and I scored a goal, sadly, we lost. But thanks to us, the team got to the final, and the coach recognized it and he gave us the second place trophy, which was my first trophy.

This year I would like to play soccer, babysit, and save money. I hope these things will make me a better person or help me go through 2018.

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