Personal Narrative: My Experience As A Soccer Team

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.

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 my third time trying out for middle school soccer. I felt strong, fit and ready

I used to believe that soccer was, well, just soccer. I'd play for my rec team, in which would consist of one practice and one game a week. Nothing special, and not too stressful. After I got tired of rec soccer, I joined a travel team. To be specific it was the Mahwah Raiders. It was a step up from rec, I now had two practices and one game a week. This wasn't too crazy for me- I was fine with the timing and schedule of everything.

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 freshman year I made the Varsity soccer team. Every practice I had to strive and work harder to be able to keep up with the upperclassmen skill level and talent. I was finally getting to where I wanted with consistent practice. I became a starter and the upperclassmen would pass me the ball more and help me on the field when there were opponents on me. It wasn’t until the middle of the season when everything changed. We were playing against a school who was very skilled and talented. It was in the first half of the game when one of the girls on the opposing team had the ball and was dribbling it down the field. It got past our midfield players and two defenders. I was the last one before it reached our goalie. I ran towards her and with everything I had I kicked the ball.

As the hot sun beat down on all of our determined faces, we ran onto the heat-absorbing turf. Sweat was dripping down our entire bodies, and nerves sank into our bodies just to reside there for the whole day.

We are coming toward the end of the season prepared to defeat Martin. Before the soccer game had started they were playing loud music to get us pump up to clear our minds for the game while the other team getting prepared for a competitive battle. As I looked around, I could see my teammates focus, serious, and talking to each other to get used to it when we head on the file. Seeing the size of the opposing team made me thinking to myself that they were going to smash me in little pieces. Even though, both of my coaches had the most confident look on their face as the players took the field. This excitement night we all was eager for this team arrive.

My parents and I would always be at the park every weekend for my soccer games. Soccer is my passion and having the support from my parents every single time is the best feeling anyone can have. There has been times that I wanted to give up on what i love to do most which is soccer but my family has been there to motivate me .

Soccer is a team sport. This may seem redundant or obvious, but I find it is often forgotten. A team is more than just the group you play some sport together. A team is your support system for life. They help you through your troubles and cheer you on when you need the motivation. Without my team, I would not have come as far as I have. I’ve learned that no matter who you are or where you are in life, you always need a team, just not the usual sense of a team. I struggled my first semester of college, both on the field and in the classroom. Looking back, I realize why – I had no one on my team, my life team. I was trying to do everything myself and failing miserably. By the second semester I swallowed any self perpetuated pride and

My life was just going great for 1 week . I was hoping that things would pick up from here. Soccer was going great, I had been accepted to the prestigious science summer academy. I had all A+’s and my Dad’s pneumonia had finally cleared up after 2 months of treatment.

Well, this is it. Today is the day where I finally try out for my school’s soccer team. This morning i woke up startled by the enormously loud sound of an alarm on my friend’s phone. His name was Bailey Ivester. I've known him since 6th grade year. Boy is he annoying sometimes. Most of the time he acts like he is the “top dog” or “the best of the best”. He stayed over at my house the day before, we were both supposed to try out for the soccer team. To be honest. He really wasn't that good at it. Like i said, he thought he was “the best of the best”. After we woke up Bailey and i ate breakfast that my mother had prepared. It was so delicious and very specific. She had made my favorite chocolate chip pancakes, applewood smoked bacon, cheesy

] Cortes you better play as good as you can! I was bavarian soccer field with my team. We were bought to play the biggest game of are season. This game fell on a cold friday night but it was cold like when I mean cold I mean like freezing. When we all got the news we turned and looked at each with are pal faces. My coach told us this was going to be the hardest game for u so far. Then practiced came and we worked hard for the whole week because we wanted this win.

Being an athlete from the age of 6, I belong in a large, multi-player, organization: The culture of soccer. In this culture there’re many age-levels, divisions of skill, and competitive matches that I come across frequently. To be more specific soccer has many subcultures, in which one I fit in is travel soccer. Travel soccer is defined to be a very challenging division of the sport, in which you train and play at a very professional skilled way. Not only travel soccer but also all the other subcultures like recreational, futsal, and Paralympic soccer have similarities and differences. Ideology is shared with these subcultures because they all have a set of beliefs, attitude, and a certain status to maintain in order to continue to be a soccer player.

For eight years of my life, I spent a large majority of my time on the soccer field. Out of everything I learned in my time playing on team, leadership is my most valued skill. Generally, it’s always been very easy for me to work well and communicate with my, but when it came to being a leader I found this to be much more difficult but much more rewarding.