Personal Narrative Essay About Soccer

Chris had a stern yet confused look on his face “Yeah, I mean isn’t this great? I finally found something for myself. This has been my lifelong dream, haven’t I told you? I mean I’m fast, I’m strong-”

"I can't believe we're already here!" He announces, "That bus ride went by so fast!"

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

So I finished the first game of the soccer tournament and my team won. My family and I decided to celebrate the first win by going out to see downtown St. Louis. I said to my parents “Hey we should go to the St. Louis arch it's not far away and we can get food there ”. Since I was after the game. My mom says “That's a great idea get me the directions there”. So I started typing in the directions on my phone and it said 15 minutes to destination. I told my dad who didn’t want to go “its 15 minutes away from here”. My dad said ”Let's go back to the hotel and you and your brother can go to the pool”. So after a whole argument with him I finally convinced him to go. So I gave him the phone with the directions and said “Don’t forget i'm still hungry”

The balm and humid air held static electricity and a feeling of unexplainable dread. The heat and weather of the always unpredictable summer months in the small town bordering the Texas Gulf Coast were averaging between ninety-five and a hundred degrees. The location of the town allowed for many outdoor activities. Washers, beach swimming, horse shoes and barbeques are what helped gravitate the people of the community together for picnics, to socialize, and enjoy each other’s company. On this one particularly hot summer day the town seemed to be holding its breath, waiting on something to happen. The day was unusually quiet and still, a feeling of anticipation was in the air.

A month later, I was finally starting soccer conditioning. I was so excited and nervous for the first day. When I told the coach I ran cross country in the fall, he was excited to see what I could do. I quickly gained confidence when I stayed with the seniors on the long run. This continued for four more days;

“Good job, Magnus! Best run yet! 2 miles in 9 minutes! By the end of the week, you’ll beat the record! And you’re only a freshman.” Magnus barely heard any of this. He was already on his way to the shade.

We were driving along a narrow, unpaved road as the blazing sun shot luminescent rays that burned the surface of our skin. The area around us was unfamiliar as we passed by vast fields of corns with their yellow speckled sweet kernels being exposed, and the lazy cows grazing on fresh grass. In contrast to the beautiful scenes before us, inside our old van, everyone was hot and sweaty because of the broken air conditioner. We rolled down the windows, eager to breathe in the fresh air, and feel the cool winds brush the sweat of our faces.

The bell rings at 3:25 and the fifteen varsity soccer ladies eagerly rush into the locker room to put on their soccer cleats and shin guards. They are so tired from the long school day, when they walk onto the field their spirits are low. Suddenly, a ray of light appears with perfectly blow-dried hair and an impeccable soccer outfit. It is their amazing coach, Jodi Asarch. She automatically cheers up the team by promising ice cream afterwards, no matter if they get mercy ruled or they tie. One of the most important lessons you learn by being on the team is that winning is not the ultimate goal, rather it is knowing you played your hardest and worked as a team. The team then discusses the word of the day and decides on “flexibility”. Varsity

The sun’s rays poured down onto my shoulders leaving them radiating with heat as sweat trickled down my face and arms. The black rubber grip on my racket spun in my hands as I tried to see out of my eyes which were weighted down with sweat. My breathing became muffled as I sprinted on the tennis court. My eyes were consumed with light reflecting off of the white court lines which impaired my field of vision. The bright neon tennis ball replaced the sun’s brightness in an instant as my eyes only allowed the radiance of the light to shine through. The sun’s heat and my thirst for water were intensified by every passing second. My lips felt my moist breath every time I inhaled the humid air which made my lips feel like a dried, shrunken apple. My feet slid around in my thin socks. The sweat no longer trickled down, but rained down onto my legs. Still, I was determined to put everything I had into this match no matter the end result.

“What a lovely day it is at school,” Jake said with sarcasm running off his tongue.

“Well, I have much more experience than you do,” I told Gimli. “Also, you actually lasted five minutes this time. That is a new record.”

“I’m the guy that wears a brown cap, blue sports jacket that jogs through here. I noticed that you always visit here so I thought we’ll have a talk about something tomorrow.”

“That you’d try your b-b-best, and that you also believed you were making good progress for the rest of the contest.”

“They got together on Sunday, they’ve never had a training run together, so let’s be realistic about this, that was pretty impressive.