Personal Narrative Of My Soccer Life

Soccer has always been a love of mine. Without soccer I would be a much different person; it has shaped my identity. I have had many injuries that have restricted the amount of time I was allowed to play soccer, and while I was sitting there on the

I am known as a soccer player, which makes sense because it takes up most of my time, and that’s what I’m all about. I’ve been to Texas, Oklahoma, Iowa, Nebraska, and Missouri for soccer tournaments or games. Since the leagues in the Kansas City area are much more competitive, my family and I spend almost every weekend there due to games. I’ve spent countless hours at games and practices, as well as other workouts and fitness events to better myself as an individual player. I have had to miss other social events with my friends because of my dedication to soccer. I have even had to miss friday night football games because of prior soccer commitments, and I love friday night lights. There are mornings after games and tournaments when I wake up sore, with swollen, black and blue bruises from cleats or from collisions that happened during games, but I wouldn’t give up it up for anything.

When I was three years old, I began playing a sport that would change my life forever. Throughout my life I have tried just about every sport available to me. The one that stuck with me and that I continued to play every year was soccer. It was the love of my life. I loved everything about it from the sweet smell of the fresh cut grass to the most exhilarating feeling of scoring a goal.

Walking out on the field clothed in full confidence, I have no doubt in my mind that our team will perform to our fullest potential. As a team captain, fear is something that I keep locked away in my mind; however, I still get butterflies before every game. Before each game, I inhale two puffs, stretch every muscle, and sing to myself to remain placid. When praying for strength, courage, and protection, it is like the Holy Ghost enters my players and kindles inside of them. Their focus shifts from what could go wrong to what will go right and what they will do to help the team. When I walk on the field, my heart begins to feel like it is about to beat out of my chest, and I feel like someone is trying to take over my kingdom. On the field I am home, I have purpose, and I have a sense of belonging. While I may feel like I am suffocating, I still continue to pump my

The Ohio travel cup our soccer team is 2-0 in it. We beat Lagrange 3-1 and Twinsburg 3-2. We were about to play the hardest game of our lives. Belpre from south east ohio they haven’t let up a goal yet and are 2-0 like us. All we needed was one win and we are in the finals.They had the best offence and defence and can pass around any team like there's no tomorrow. We walk up to the field feeling different. We knew we were going to need to adapt to their play style. The game started the players just out worked our team. They were faster and stronger. They go around us like we were a leaf against the wind we had no chance. They scored again and again. It was now 4-0, 1 min left in the first half we couldn’t do anything against this first-class

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.

Soccer has been my passion ever since I was a young child and my love for the game is always growing. I have gained a lot of experience and knowledge of the game by playing with various teams, but I know there is always more to learn. Watching how hard people, such as the pros, work for what they have reached inspires me, which is why I always try my best in practice and try to improve everyday. I try to be the most hardworking player in practice and in the games, but as captain of both my club and high school team, I try to encourage all of my teammates as well. Living in a small community, far from bigger oportunities, I feel like I haven't been able to fully show more people what I'm truly capable of. I believe that because of my determination,

Soccer and a park, throw in some friends and it magically becomes fun. I can tell you this without a doubt because I did this myself on Friday. When I got to Emerald Glen, I saw that Vince, Justin, their dad, and Matthew were already there playing soccer on the grass field by the skate park. I went ahead and joined them, and we did some simple offense and defense drills. After a few minutes of that, Vince and I played a weird little game that seemed like a soccer version of volleyball while Justin, his dad, and Matthew kicked the ball around to each other. While we were playing our soccer volleyball game, me and Vince talked about random little things like how there’s a Fawaz A and Fawaz B, But there isn’t a Fawaz C or D. Later, we took turns at the goal while the others kicked.

I grew up playing soccer as kid and participate I various tournaments in highs school playing for school team. Soccer has been a part of my life from the beginning. My family are all soccer fanatics heck my nation itself (Nigeria) are soccer fanatics. “Football” as we call it back home was almost like a tradition and very much part of our culture as a nation. I played soccer at every chance I had whether it were on the streets barefooted or on a proper field. Needless to say, it is my favorite sport and I play with a couple of friends on the weekends. However, when I’m not raving about soccer, I do engage in artwork and animations. I love to draw, mostly cartoons or comics. I find it very relaxing to just pick a pen or pencil and draw. I often

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.

What seemed like a normal day, Saturday, December 8, 2012, turned out to be anything but normal. I had a full day of soccer planned, and for me, that wasn’t anything new. I was competing for a spot on the North Carolina ODP (Olympic Development Program) soccer team.

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

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

When I was growing up, soccer was never a passion of mine. I always played baseball and basketball. When my freshmen year of high school roles around, I didn’t know what sport to play in the fall. My choices were soccer, football, and cross country. I hated running long distances , so cross country was out; I hated the possibility of getting serious head injuries ,so football was out. Now I was left with soccer. I chose soccer, and I played on Jv my freshmen year and Jv: varsity my sophomore year. My junior year I went from varsity to Jv to varsity. It was an up and down season.

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.