Personal Narrative: Soccer And Basketball

“Come on guys,” I yelled. I heard the screech of the referee’s whistle. Rushing to the bench, I heard the referee call out “Timeout, Heat.” Everything was on the line and our team’s championship hopes, being foremost on our team’s minds, was all coach could scream about. “I’m not going to tell you how to play basketball,” he yelled out. “That’s your job. I’m just going to say that right now, to us, this is a championship game. If we win this, we move on to the championship. If not, at least let us fall valiantly.” That got the whole team riled up as we rushed back onto the court. The crowd, encouraging as always, yelled out their approval on the fact that we were giving it our all. With just sixteen seconds left in the game and our team down by four, something special had to happen or we were done for the season.

When I was eight years old, I played my first season of soccer. The real reason I played soccer was because my dad forced me to play. I loved to play all kinds of sports such as basketball, baseball and football but I was never interested in soccer. After my first practice I already realized soccer was not for me. I told my dad that I did not want to play anymore but he would not listen and made me keep going to practice. At my 3rd practice, the whole team was running laps and I tripped over a stick and fell down. My ankle was hurting pretty bad but I knew I was going to be fine. While I was lying on the ground, I thought to myself If I tell the coach and my dad that my ankle is hurt really bad than I won’t have to play anymore. I thought it was a genius idea at the time. I told them just that and it worked! I have no idea how my dad knew this but once I got home he knew that I was milking my injury. He told me something that night that I won’t ever forget. He told me “you didn’t just give up on yourself, you gave up on your team”. He called the coach the next day and told him that

I was walking down the field on the soaked soccer pitch towards my team. I saw that they were already stretching,

I failed over and over and over again consistently, I’d try then fail, “ oh wait I get this… Oh nevermind” this phrase was consistently in a future of mine that I was not yet aware of. I’m a basketball, football player, cheerleader, track star, and I failed at everyone of those. I spent a lot of time being criticized about the basic aspects of the sport. In basketball was by far the toughest of them. It all started my started in 7th grade.

“Yeah, my team’s going to regionals now!” said my older cousin, Noor. He’d been playing soccer since he was about 8 years old, and had recently turned 16.

When I was younger, I wanted to be one of the most extraordinary basketball players in the world. An example of my ambitiousness was revealed one day when I was twelve years old. I was shooting hoops at my house one day and I was getting frustrated. My mother taught me three things to get over my frustration. She told me: don’t overdo things, the pros mess up too, and basketball isn’t the most important thing.

The sport of soccer ( called football in most of the world) is considered to be the world’s most popular sport. Just kick it up, just kick it, goal kick, to the the goal, get your kicks.

“C’mon Drew,” I urged, hoping to instill some confidence in our top scorer. “When you’re on top of your game, there is no way we can lose.” The clamor of basketballs bouncing off the freshly polished floor and the perpetual squeaking of sneakers blended into a euphonious rhythm which characterized most of the summer. We were practicing for our annual basketball tournament, this year held in Dallas, and the anticipation and excitement had risen to all-time highs as we were expected to defend our championship from last year. As co-captain of the team, it was my responsibility to ensure our teammates were focused at all times and to spearhead our success in the tournament.

In grammar school I began to have an interest in sports. I wanted to be on one of my school teams. I tried out for every sport that was available to me. Basketball, volleyball, pom-pom, and cheerleading.

After watching a very intense soccer game between Germany and Argentina at the 2014 Fifa world cup finals, my interest in soccer aroused in tenth grade by a simple goal scored by a substitute Mario Götze for the German side. The goal declared Germany as the champions of the competition for the fourth time, becoming the first country to achieve that in the history of soccer.

assigned a project to be done on Prezi or Powerpoint, I would always make it creative by adding things that wasn’t required in the assignment, or have some visuals and transitions to express action and movement. Another creative experience I’ve had was when my friend and I built a Projectile Launcher for a Physics Project where I built the launcher with a shoe box, duct-tape, and a plastic pipes. In the box, I built an extra slot which was an ammunition storage, so we didn’t have to worry about carrying the ammunition around and losing it because it was a small as a battery. This creativity was efficient so that losing or becoming disqualified for not having ammunition on the due date, wouldn’t be a factor in this project.

I like basketball because. I have been playing it for a long time. Am that I am good at it. It did not take me that long to learn about it. But I like basketball because if I make it in the NBA. Then I can give them some tickets for my game. And then pay over 10 million. And if I will be rich I would send them some money. Or I would pay for there trip. But the best thing is I get to travel around. But the bad thing I have to be on A airplane. Because I hate air planes. Because I fill like they are going to crash. And when I see other players play and I see bad injured. Like when they break a bone. Or a freak accident like when a bone but I can’t be thinking about that. Because if I keep thinking about that then I won’t play good. Or it could

Our first three games as a team were bad, scores of 48- 05 and other scores like that, but we got better. By the end of the season, I was so much better than I was last year. As point guard, I felt more like a leader. As a team, we progressed and progressed, some wins, a lot of losses, but the last were the roughest (except for that 48-05 loss). We lost to a lot of good teams and got really mad, but we also won three or four out of the eight games. It was a hard season, but we got through it, persevering, through every loss then coming back and winning against next team.

I fell deeply in love with the game of basketball when I was living in Springfield, Illinois. Starting back in fourth grade I used to be outside playing a game called knockout it was always so fun I always enjoyed it. From the beginning I always played it just because I enjoyed it but as time went by I begin to fiend to play the game it became my lifestyle. I remember in 6th grade at Grant middle school I tried out for basketball and we were playing the eighth graders I had I had about 10 points and I hit a buzzer beater 3 in someone’s face. That is probably my one of the first great things I did with basketball. But then we moved to Anna, Texas and I couldn’t play because they don’t have a 6th grade team. Even then I still played around I

My enjoyment of soccer started in the summer of fourth grade, in Canada. My family and I were staying at our family friends’ cabin, a tradition we do every year. The cabin is on a beach called Kai Bay and there is a ton of other cabins in the area. There is also a hotel and a park. One day I was playing at the park with my family and I saw a girl playing alone. Feeling compassion for her, I went up and started playing with her. Eventually, we got disinterested so we went back to the hotel where she was staying. There were a ton of kids that were playing a big game of soccer. At that time I had only played for one year in kindergarten. Jumping into the game, I realized just how much I enjoyed it. Stealing the ball from people and dribbling down the field with a perfect goal