Why Soccer is my Passion

It was morning of the first game in my high school varsity career. The coach had told me the day before that I was not just going to play varsity, but I was going to start for my team. I was exhilarated when I found out, but now as I put on my jersey, I felt the anxiety build up inside of me like a balloon about to burst any second. I put on the rest of my soccer equipment, placing the left sock on my foot before putting on the right one, a ritual I always

Ever since I was a child, my parents put me in various sports: soccer, softball, volleyball, basketball, and cheer. Both my parents grew up playing sports and realized that being a part of team sports benefits the growth of a person’s perseverance, determination and overall personality. Not only was I an avid multi-sport athlete as a child, my four other siblings were as well. Motivated individuals have surrounded me throughout my life. They have given me a great example of what it means to succeed and persevere. Not only have I been surrounded by strong individuals I have also been able to try different sports. While it was fun being able to try different sports, I realize early on that soccer was what I wanted to pursue. Soccer showed me how to be a part of a team and never give up.

I looked over at my teammate to the right. I nodded at my feet suggesting that she pass it to me. She shrugged and sighed, already feeling defeated. The whistle blew. She passed it to me half heartedly. I received the ball and ran as fast as I could. I maneuvered the ball in a way I did not know I was capable of. I felt invincible. I came up to the goal. I was not close enough, but I knew I only had seconds left, and I could not waste any precious time attempting to dribble closer. I gathered up all my force and shot the ball. The crowd was silent. It was so quite that I could hear the impact of my foot hitting the ball. My heart stopped. The ball was losing momentum, and I was losing hope. The goal keeper lunged, but was centimeters short. The ball slowly rolled into the goal. The whistle blew a second later. I stood in my spot, unbelieving what had just happened. I heard the thunderous claps of the crowd. I had done it. I had scored the winning point and obtained the first place trophy for my team. I heard my father over joyously screech. My team celebrated by jumping on me until I was sprawled on the floor under them. I was

All year round, I can always be found playing soccer. Over the summer, I am usually always at practices with either my high school team or practicing on my own. During the school year, up until November, I am at the field everyday either practicing or playing a game. After the season ends, I still spend an abundance of time at the local soccer field in my town and if I am not too busy during the winter, I play for Pawtucket Storm, a local club team. I enjoy soccer because it is a way for me too stay healthy and relieve stress in my everyday life. When i am under a lot of stress because of school, exams, and personal issues, practicing my shots at a park is usually what calms me down. Soccer is extremely important to me because not only because

My name Lah Ku. I am from Thailand refugee camp.I like to play soccer. My soccer team name is SKY FC. My soccer team are nice people. We practiced soccer every Friday afternoon and Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning, we go to practice as Glendale middle school soccer field. We have fun when we played soccer. I care about my soccer team coming to practice soccer every single day we plan the schedule. I also care about my grade, because I do not want to fail my class or I do not want a bad grade. I am a good person. I like people who talk about nice thing. I like to help people when they move or when they have birthday a party when they need help

I don't only play soccer for the fun of it, it helps me with the way I am. I don't see soccer as just a sport. Reason why is because losing and winning can really teach people a life lesson. Just how I want to become a better soccer player, it helps me push self into becoming

I didn’t know that expect when I went into high school. I was a scared incoming freshman with big goals. At that point of my life I thought I had it all figured out but I’d love to go back to my first day of freshman year and give myself a couple tips about failure and dedication.

The first reason soccer is my favorite sport is because grew up playing and watching Soccer. I was born in a country where soccer was the most popular sport of all. Almost everybody plays and watchES soccer in the part of Africa that I am from. When I was a kid I wanted to be a professional soccer player, because I was very good at it. I remember when I used to play soccer for the school I used go to, back in Africa. Most of the people at school loved me because of my soccer skills.

I need help from people for almost everything I have. Knowledge is from my teachers. Being able to go to school and soccer is from my parents. Being good at soccer is from my soccer coach. I rely on these people. I depend on other people for everything I need and have.

My passion is soccer, when I am on the field I feel free. When I'm there, the problems in life aren't running through my head.

People have lots of different passions, my is soccer. My passion came from watching soccer (specifically the world cup) and playing soccer. When I was little I watched the world cup at my grandmas house, I walked into the living room and my family was watching the world cup. I asked my dad if he can change the channel to sponge bob. He said no so he sat me down me right next to him, and by watching the game it became my passion. Then my mom signed me up for a soccer team but I wasn’t that good. I’m passionate about soccer for lots of reasons. One being, when I step onto the field everything goes away. All the worries about doing my homework, reading 60 minutes everyday, taking out the trash, washing the dishes, making my bed, everything, it

I enjoy the game soccer for many different reasons. Here are some reasons why I can, I can play any position, i'm good at the sport, and last but not least I like every position. I like soccer because I know a lot about the sport. Also I like and know a lot of players on all leagues. That is why I enjoy soccer.

We all were silent as we walked out the door. We walked down the sidewalk about 30 feet. Oh my gosh, I could not believe the site I was seeing. I could feel my eyes get really huge when I saw the stadium we were about to play in. My jaw was wide open, soaking in everything I was seeing. When you looked at the stadium it was a beautiful place to play soccer. I looked to the right. There was seating and an overhead platform that was over the crowd. It was packed full of people and a student section that was cheering with all their might. This place was huge. When I looked to the left is was more seating that went all the way down the side of the field that was completely full of people too. Then the field I tell you what. Words cannot even describe it. This field was huge it was double the size that we normally play on. The white goals were set on opposite sides of the field with a crisp white net. The field was all turf that looked freshly laid. The white lines on the field looked perfect and untouched. When I looked straight at the scoreboard behind, there were picture perfect, tall buildings that lined the back of it. This was an awesome site to see. It was our time to shine. We were standing there, watching the game before us finish. It was the perfect temperature out and there was a little wind, which was very beneficial. Right before our game, the big lights turned on. They lit up the field as if it was still bright out. It was game time. I was so nervous, but not just me it was the whole team. The whistle

Soccer means so much to me and a big part of my life. This means to me is the sport I play and love. I love this sport because it makes me so energetic, excited, competitive, etc. it revels who I am as an athletic person. It also means the most to me because I have played it for 5 years now.

On September 17th I woke up at 6:30 am with many doubts in my head. Was I really ready to go play two soccer games today? Despite those doubts, I got out of bed got my uniform on and got in the car. As we pulled up to the complex on the gloomy Sunday morning all of those doubts vanished. I walked over to the field where the rest of my team was. The first game was underway and from the start, I knew it was going to be a tough game to win. With five minutes left in the game, we were down by five points. I was trying my best to put some more points on our side to try and pull a win. The other team had shot the ball but our marvelous goalie had stopped it, she got a glance of me at centerfield with nobody around me and punted it towards me. As I stared at the ball traveling through the air like a bird I started to run with it. As the ball was still flying my head turned towards it watching it, all of a sudden it felt like a million bones in my body were shattered by a force that I didn’t know was coming. And just like that from running, to on the ground not moving.