Personal Narrative : My Last Soccer Game

On February 28, 2005, I experienced one of the most exciting events that anyone could ever experience – winning a State Championship. The day my soccer team made history is a day I’ll never forget. However it is not just that day we won the title, but the whole experience of the preceding season that got us there. From start to finish, my team’s 2004-2005 season taught me that the platitude is true. You can do anything you set your mind to.

My huge soccer tournament started when i was 11. It was my was my first tournament ever and i won. My was against friends were on the team. I almost gave up on the whole season because we almost obliterated. This is why should never give.

Soccer is my favorite sport. I started playing soccer when I was five years old. My dad coached my team, as well as all of my other brothers, up until we became ten. By that time I went to tryouts for club. WSA was a great club, and that’s where I started my advanced competition soccer. I made it to a select level team, and it was a great first year. I met knew people and we played tournaments in the summer, but had regular season games in the fall. I was on U-11 which meant Under 11. I continued playing with WSA from U-11, my first year, to U-14 when they merged with the Timbers. When I was playing at U-14 the club was completely different. Much bigger, many knew faces, players and coaches. I had stayed on the same team all of those years

When I was fourteen years old I had a national soccer tournament in Sanford, Florida. My club team was faced against the number one team in the nation, the Michigan Hawks. The Hawks had multiple national team players and multiple girls that were already committed to large Division I colleges before their freshmen year of high school. This alone scared the life right out of my entire team, but we came together and knew that we could preserver and get through it.

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.

I started playing soccer when I was eight. It was house league which means girls and boys mixed, and my dad coached. I though it was gonna be awesome. Apparently the people who made the teams thought that Courtney was a masculine name and placed me on a team with all boys. This didn’t vex me though because my dad was coaching, and I didn’t need to talk to the boys anyway since I just played defence and all I did was sing to myself and pick the clovers that littered the field. Plus boys have cooties. I kept playing house league for two years, until people started to get pretty good and I was still smaller than most people my age. I stopped playing for two years because I became aware that I wasn’t the best player on the field, also being the coaches daughter was no longer the exciting privilege it used to be.

The freshman A soccer team at Neuqua, a team full of passion for soccer. We came up strong in the beginning of the season with a record of seven wins and zero losses. That was until we played Benet, the bus ride there was lively, we were all excited for the big game. When we got there we saw the team, they made us nervous because many of them play for academy teams outside of school and they also looked bigger than us, we could tell they weren't going to be an easy opponent. We all played sloppy, sloppy passing, sloppy control, everything was sloppy. We ended up losing that game four to one, we barely made it out alive. The bus ride home was quiet no one said a word. In two days we would have to go up against Waubonsie, and no one was excited.

The game had finally came we were all very excited and can’t wait for the match to start. “Dude I can’t for the game to start” I said. “I know right this is going to be an amazing match” said one of my teammates.After a while the game finally started. “ Good luck” we say to the other team and they reply back with good luck as well.We start off strong with the ball passing and keeping possession of the ball.The other team finally

When looking back at the game’s conditions, it was just an unusually hot, sunny October morning, but during the game, it felt like the heat had taken away all of my energy. This soccer game was an important one for my soccer team as we played one of the toughest teams in our competitive league, although no one on our team knew that before the game. This was because of the first time we played them it was the easiest game we had so far in the league so far because of superior skills and tactics. So, our team walked so confidently around the field that it looked like we had already won the game before it even started. Even though we knew that they had more bigger, athletic players on their team and weather conditions were hotter than the first

I have played soccer since Preschool, and while I don’t receive any MVP trophies, I can play fairly well. Soccer is who I am. Correction: soccer is who I was. Going into my junior year, I thought I would continue to play for my high school as I had my sophomore year. But , they said “they couldn’t find a spot for me on varsity.” My friends and family expected me to feel shattered, but I didn’t, not yet at least. I felt numb, not fully realizing what this meant. Not realizing that I wouldn’t spend the fall with the friends I trained all summer with, not realizing that I wouldn’t feel the pride for the great Oak Hills High everytime I put on my jersey, not realizing the embarrassment I would feel when people questioned why my name was absent from the roster. Putting on a brave front, even for myself, I told everyone I didn’t care; however, a few days later I realized all the cherished experiences I would miss and I sobbed. It’s challenging to hear that all of your hopes, dreams, and aspirations of the past twelve years, which at sixteen made up

"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,

As the three forty bell approached, the Impact Select Team was anxiously awaiting to depart for its weekend of soccer. Rylan, one of the team’s captains, at the ringing of the bell, rushed to the parking lot where he parked his father’s black pick-up truck. He then proceeded to pick up his teammate, Hanhee, so they could leave for Amory, Mississippi, where their ride to Memphis was waiting. After arriving at their coach’s and fellow captain’s house, the four departed on their long and social journey to the tournament. Along the way, the four talked strategy, laughed at jokes, and make the occasional stop at convenient stores for refreshments in preparation for their weekend full of soccer. After they made their arrival in Memphis, they checked

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.

This weekend i had a soccer tournament it was an it was hour and ten minutes away. And before i was getting ready for the game and when they started playing i was looking for and how the ball where it was going and i had this feeling and it was excitement and i am ready to go and zap. The first game was tied 1-1 and the other game we had tied 1-1. The two games where on saturday and the next one i am getting ready to talk about is the next day sunday but first in between though games two sorry and i had went to a bbq place it was ok the salad was ok they put a chopped chicken on it and it was good better than the salad and the peppermints i had were so good i had two of them.Also i got a really good snow cone and the flavors i got were banana

A soccer ball, around the ball that shape never changes. The ball that made history. This