Soccer Narrative

As we all walked away my coaches called me over, which I thought was normal. As they started talking I realize that the strange man started walking straight towards me. Since I was in front of my superiors I stayed calm and didn't give off a sign of fear. The man approach me and removed his cap, I quickly began to realize who he was. "Kiana I would like to introduce you to B.J Snow, the head coach of the U-17 women's national team." Not be able to hide the joy in my face, I quickly and eagerly went to shake his hand, my excitement made him laugh. I begin to wonder why he was at my practice I stupidly said, “why you are here coach aren't you supposed to be training for the World Cup?" He laughed and took me aside and began a conversation I will never forget. He started telling me my strengths on the field and how I do everything for a reason. I was so flattered that someone of such a high title was taking the time out of their busy day to come watch me do the thing I

Soccer is not only a sport for me, but also my childhood. I remember that when I was a little boy, I followed my older brothers and their friends to play soccer every day. We did not have the soccer fields. We played soccer on the quite streets or on the fields, not soccer fields, wherever we had spaces to run and control the ball. Because of I came a person like soccer. I like to play and watch others play it. Soccer is running is my blood. I am really interested in the soccer.

As a young girl, I was introduced to soccer by my father. I think I was about eight at the time when I first played on a recreational team, and I remember that I had always wanted to play goalkeeper. In soccer, the goalkeeper is the last defensive player, but is also the first offensive player once the play turns. The idea of playing such an important position thrilled me, and it didn’t hurt that the goalkeeper gets the opportunity to use their hands as well as punt the ball across the field. From the age of nine until the age of eleven, I played competitive and recreational soccer as a goalkeeper, and stopped in the sixth grade. I picked the sport back up as a freshman in high school, after my younger sister had urged me to join the school

Everything starts as a young kid that's when you make friends and most of the time those friends are the ones you experience and try new things with in my case that thing was soccer. I grew up with a lot of my older family members playing soccer i would go to my uncles and older cousin soccer games and in my head i would think to myself i want to be as good as them and maybe even one day have a chance to play with them. When i started elementary school that's when it all started for me i made friends with kids that had the same interest as me and that was soccer it would be all i would talk and think about everyday during recess me and my group of friends would rush out to the field to play some soccer and show off our skills.

I chose to play another year of recreational soccer, making sure to come back the next year to prove a point that I can put in the work and give myself the best opportunity to make the top team. Everyday after school, I would head to the fields and practice every aspect of my game. I would arrive an hour early to every practice, and I would leave an hour after practice. Day in and day out, I worked diligently on my fitness. For a year, I stopped at nothing to give myself the best chance I could to reach my goal. Motivated after that dissapointing tryout, nothing could stop me from doing my best. Standing on a different field, one year later, tryouts began. I was determine to produce my best performance. Two hours later, every player stood single file. Coincidentally, I was the first person called up; the coach informed me that I made the top team. However, this team played for a different club than the one I tried out for last year. This team competed at a much higher level. Not only did I make the team, but I gained the knowledge and appreciation for hard work and dedication. People rarely receive everything they want; however, they can always put in their best effort to provide themselves the best opportunity at obtaining what they

“Celebrate what you have accomplished but raise the bar a little higher each time you succeed” states Mia Hamm; the former highest leading, female goal scorer in world. It is unknown who stated, “there is a first time for everything” although it is blatantly obvious, that it is true.There is a first time a person walks, runs, smiles, frowns, fall’s in love, or get’s their heart broken. For Mia Hamm, soccer was nothing new to her when she scored her first goal for the Unites States Women’s National Team, but it was her first professional goal. Now, don’t get confused, I am not in anyway comparing my soccer abilities to Mia Hamm, we just have a common interest, scoring goals and of course, soccer. Scoring my first goal became an experience I will never forget. The experience and memories that are created from accomplishing something new and challenging, will never be for gotten.For you to understand how exciting the event was, you have to know the background information about my soccer experiences. My freshman year of High School, I went in strongly believing I was going to run track; needless to say, I never saw the track again. I was put into a gym class with the soccer coach and he began pestering me to try out for the soccer team. As season got closer, the never ending begging grew stronger. I decided to give soccer a fair chance. After three vigorous, never-ending days of tryouts, to a rookie, I made the team. The news came as a surprise to me. I hardly watched soccer,

It was a cool saturday morning in february, as I was violently woken up by my alarm clock. I rose out of my bed, and started preparing for my championship hockey game later that day. I got up out of bed and refreshed myself as I stretched. I grabbed my dress shirt and my dress pants and went to my parents room to iron my clothes. Not knowing that the iron was already on and hot, I picked up the iron. The iron fell on my foot, and I frantically grabbed it off the floor. I hoped that it wouldn’t start a fire. My foot was burning with pain. I knew in my head that today was going to be a struggle. Unfortunately, it had to be on the same day of my league championship game.

The Richard Thompson Stadium started to get packed while we warmed up. Our team consisted mainly of sophomores and juniors, if there were more than 5 freshmen I would be exaggerating. I was putting on my cleats to start moving the ball and Vicente, one of the freshman said, “I wish Coach Nunez would let me play today.” “You might get some minutes depending on how the game goes,” I replied. Then, one of the juniors started laughing and told us, “look kidos, there are no chances of you kicking a ball tonight!” We did not pay much attention to him and kept on getting ready just in case. Coach Nunez was talking to the varsity Coach and suddenly he shouted, “Rojas! Come here.” I thought he was going to ask me a favor or tell me to go get something from the locker. “Rojas, I need you to be a wall in the midfield. No te quiero ver parado. Tell Kevin [one of

One day, I was walking to the New Jersey middle school with my best friend Alex Collins. We were super excited for baseball to start. It was coming up in a couple of days. “I can't wait for tryouts Alex” I said. “Yea, but I hope John Gordon doesn't tryout. He is so annoying.” When they got to school they saw the poster for baseball tryouts.

Growing up I had focused on competitive soccer. Soccer challenged me both physically and mentally and I learned to love these demands on the field. These challenges helped me foster a self-confidence in myself when it came to athletics. When I fractured my tibia playing against my rival high school, sending my knee cap into my thigh, I was faced with a new test. The sport that I loved was taken away from me for an extended period of time and it took away part of my identity. Who was I without soccer?

Me and my dad have never really seen eye to eye. He sees homework as a study tool, and I see it as a teacher trying to torture me by bringing work to home. But the one thing we have in common is we both like baseball so he decided to take me to a baseball game to teach some of the stuff he knew about baseball. But that’s not all we were going to do that Sunday.

I was in the field with Grampa collecting eggs to take over to Mr. Wilsons. All of a sudden we heard a gunshot. We weren’t surprised we knew it was Keet playing with his .22 rifle again. Then, we heard another shot. Grampa told me to take the eggs, me! I did not want to go over to Mr. Wilson’s at all. When I arrived at Mr. Wilson’s he was yelling at Keet and he took his rifle because his shots broke a window. Keet was crying like a baby. I left the eggs on the floor and ran, Lucky and Rufus the dogs chasing after me. Seconds later Keet burst out furious. I dove into the bushes to hide. Rufus sniffed out my hiding spot luckily Keet didn't see me. I went back home and found Kimi on the steps looking sad. To cheer her

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

Ever since I could remember, I have always had love for the game of soccer ever since I first laid eyes on the sport. As a kid, I would spend countless hours in the backyard by myself; I would juggle, kick around the ball and doing drills. When I wasn't in the yard pretending to be Lionel Messi I would watch Ronaldinho videos on Youtube dreaming I will one day play against him. Call me crazy, but I was addicted, even as a young boy, to the beautiful sport itself, soccer.

“Coach is right cheer up”, some of teammate told “Jeff you you even got the man of the match.