My family is Mexican and soccer is a national passion. Even though we came to the US when I was 2, my dad, brother, cousins, and uncles taught me how to play as soon as I could walk.
When I start getting into soccer it was when my niece tried out and made the Mt. Bridges Delko team. She loves the game and it is very anticipating watching her play. Each year she got better faster and stronger.
Although I never saw myself being one of those girls that are head over heels for a sport, I fell in love with soccer my sophomore year. Since I started soccer so late into my school career it gave me a reason to try my hardest at practices and during games. I wanted to become as good as the girls that have played their whole life. Soccer soon became a big part of my high school career, and because of this I spent hours after school either out on the field or running the
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.
It all began back when I was three years old at my first season of recreational soccer. The YMCA was where the love and passion for soccer started. I later moved to the big leagues of Big Sun recreational soccer to me it was like the professional league. I met the best coach ever, Coach Judd Davis. He inspired me to be the bomb.com player and introduced me to competitive soccer. So that next year I played on a U12 team as a fourth grader. When I made this team it was at that moment my dream to play professionally was born. I worked harder than anyone on my team and tried to soak up as much knowledge about the game there was told to me. My parents helped me along the way by continuously encouraging me throughout difficult times. So I thought I was ready to take on harder challenges.
Even though I cried after every game because I wasn’t good enough and in practice always crossed the finish line last I still somehow loved the game. It wasn't the only game I loved though; I also loved soccer. After I kept the benches warm 6th grade year I decided I was going to work hard. I started running a mile at least once a week. Which turned into two miles after I filled a few buckets of sweat after a couple weeks. I had convinced my uncle to let me be a substitute on his indoor soccer team since I already missed tryouts.
When I was 12 and I realize that soccer can be something for me, nothing stop me. I started to traing three, four hours at day every single day; Because of that, opportunities sarting to appear. I earn my place in the first team of my club, They started to send me to new tournaments with the first team, and the soccer became a reality for me, finally the soccer starte give me some of the thing for I was fighting for. I keep trainging during all my High School, for my goal to be professional.
I had never played on a team, but that didn't matter. I learned quickly, and became a fan even faster. Arguably the European blood in my veins. During my years of high school soccer, I would learn to be a team player, and a leader. I felt the joy of winning, and the disappointment that comes with losing. I learned to adapt to others style of play, and was able to incorporate my own into the team. I learned that truly, small parts make a whole. I love soccer, and to this day still do. Little did I know my passion for soccer would perfectly complement my Spanish speaking ability.
Finally when I was about eight years old my dad thought I was ready to join an actual team so he signed me up for the Recreational Department in Fruitland. And on my first day of practice I was so nervous because I didn’t know anyone on the team I was from Payette and mostly all of my teammates were from Fruitland. At first I thinking that soccer wasn’t going to be my sport and I wanted to go home but I didn’t. I actually knew a lot more than my other teammates but I knew that I still had a lot more to
I do remember playing soccer for 2 or 3 seasons but, I never liked it because my parents rarely encouraged my good games or plays. I dreaded playing during my games because my father would always yell at me while I played and after the games, he would be very upset and angry during the ride home. I was never a child who like to watch TV all day or play video games. As kids, my brother and I would probably watch TV 3 hours a day in total. The rest of the day we would play outside. Sometimes, my aunties would join in and we would all play a game we made up that’s like baseball. Since my aunties took care of my younger brother and I before they started their own families, they would take us to the park and we would play that game or we would bike to the Marina in San Leandro from our
My dad started teaching me to play soccer since I was very young. He used to be a soccer team’s captain when he was in university, so he was very good at soccer. Every weekend, he would bring my brother and me to a soccer field in our neighborhood, and we
I was first taught how to play at the age of five and I developed a wholehearted passion for the sport from that point forward. With my passion I was able to develop into an exceptional player, ultimately leading to my position as a soccer coach for a non-profitable organization called OSC, the Oakville Soccer Club.
I enjoyed playing Soccer because I could unite with other people and make other people feel happy. When I was in Guatemala, I practiced soccer almost every day and I wanted to play soccer for the major leagues. One day in Guatemala when I was walking on the streets and I saw a sign that said: “club Aguilas FC would be making tryouts for new players.” Before I went to the tryouts I practiced like crazy because I want to get in the team.
In the 6th grade, my whole class was playing a game of soccer. As I was playing defense near the mini goal, a kid in my class went to shoot the ball however at the same time I went to kick the ball. As both our feet collided, I instantly stopped and hopped over to the stage where the teacher was. As I hobbled to the nurse's office, I knew something was wrong but didn't say much. As I sat with my purple and swollen ankle in the nurses office, I started to cry.
My talent is becoming more and more popular in soccer.My talent is soccer.Soccer is a great sport for people who want to become athletes or good players.Soccer is becoming a good sport around the world for all ages.Soccer has a lot of good players like Messi,Ronaldo,Neymar,and Suarez.These famous people are stars in soccer with millions of dollars.And I would one day become like them in shape,have money,active,and famous.