Personal Narrative : Soccer : The Love Of My Life

Growing up in a house with all boys in Drexel Hill, Pennsylvania, I was taught to be tough and injuries were very common but easily shaken off. When it came to sports, I would put all my time and effort into one thing: soccer. Soccer was always a true passion of mine; as a matter of fact, it was more of a lifestyle than just a sport. I would spend weekends traveling around my local area playing the game I loved with people I enjoyed being with. My teammates became like my second family after countless seasons and we did almost everything together off the soccer field. The idea of putting on my jersey and lacing up my cleats was a moment I would not trade for the world and something I would never take for granted.

There comes a time when you have to grow up or are forced to. You learn from past experiences and base your recent scenarios from it. Since the age of five, soccer has been part of my life. From having practice twice a week, to having practice every day of the week not including games. I felt like soccer was my pathway to success. I felt like I could do big things from it and I had all the confidence in the world but never would show it when others asked me if I was good. I’m the shy quiet girl that shows you what I’m capable of without saying a single word.

Soccer is a game where nothing is predictable. Soccer is a game that’s been around since the eighteenth century and has a different effect on many athletes’ lives, including mine. My sophomore year of high school is over and I was finally over with a long season of high school soccer. Returning to my team of five years I was excited to go back and am comfortable with. Right as I approached my team I saw an unfamiliar face and instantly got intimidated. Trying my hardest to avoid him it seemed as if every time I looked over he was examining my every move. Of course that day of practice was a series of conditioning test to see if we were really doing our fitness assignments over the break. The drills consisted of a pattern of sprint got dragged out all along to eighty yard

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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

From one week to another I started feeling so much pain in my back I honestly did not know what it was I tended not to pay attention to it that whole week. Until at the end of the week it got to a point where I couldn't move nor stretch that was when I realized my high school soccer career would end. I played soccer as a freshman and as a sophomore I always tried my best I was ready for soccer this time and I had just gotten back from a Europe trip which made me learn new things about soccer. My goal for high school was to be able to play all four years since I had already made the team freshman year.

FWOOSH! I shot and seemed to be in a matrix or slow-motion trance as I watched the ball swerve in the air and the goalie jump in the air stretching for the ball, then, WHOOSH! Everything was back to normal again and I had just realized I had scored!! I was 11 years old and it was early fall at the annual Danny Cuniff tournament. This is where I learned the valuable lesson that all of your hard work pays off in the end.

Nine years ago I watched my very first football game, and I was fascinated by the quote from Vince Lombardi, “Football is like life, it requires perseverance, self-denial, hard work, sacrifice, dedication and respect for authority.”So the succeeding year, I requested if I could do football and my grandpa said to me “Son if you want to play football, play on the line, and play on defense it is going to take dedication and determination, and you have to practice every day, do calisthenics every day, and most of all learn about how to play on the line of scrimmage.”

Hey Mohawks! This past Thursday was senior night for soccer. I would of never imagined it coming so fast, it seems like the season started last week. Words cannot describe how sad I am that I only have a few more games left. As we closed out our season Tuesday we are looking forward to the post season. We are hoping to upset Valley View next Monday. We faced them earlier in the season and the results were not what we wanted. I am confident that we can come out this time ready for what they are going to throw at us. I hope everyone has a good weekend and thanks for

Soccer is something every kid plays, it’s the staple game of the world; but to me, soccer was more than just a childhood activity. Playing soccer has taught me many valuable lessons but the most important lesson was that it wasn’t about the trophy, it was about the practices, it was about the teammates. When the end of the season came around, it didn’t matter if we had won or not; we had grown as soccer players and as a team,

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 .

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

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.

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

I’ve been playing soccer since I was five years old. I first started playing in my hometown rec league for about three years and I was later asked to played on the All-Star team. After a few seasons, my friends and I all tried out for a travel club team called Zanesville Arsenal. We were in third grade at the time and I remember how excited I was when I heard the news that I made the team. I developed so many close friendships after playing with the same girls for five years, but my freshmen year of high school there wasn’t enough of us to make a U15 team so only a few girls got to play for the U16 team and I was not one of them. I was heartbroken to find out that I had been cut after playing for Arsenal year after year. I cried to my parents,