Soccer Narrative Speech

We walked together to the field, the spikes on the bottom of my cleats clicking with each step on the parking lot pavement. A huge field with onlookers filling the bleachers on the far side came into view, lit up by the soft evening light. I spotted the girls on my team and my tired looking grey-haired coach. Me and my dad split up, me going to warm up with my team and my dad going to sit with the team parents. As I was passing with my teammates I watched the opposing team carefully. I observed how neat their drills were and how accurate their shots and passes were. They all looked so athletic and that really made me doubt myself. How was I supposed to prove to everyone that I was a good player if I had to play against a team this good? What if I mess up and the other team completely destroys my team? The loud buzzer that ended the warm ups sounded and both teams went to their side of the field. My coach called today’s starters out, and luckily he didn’t choose me. Relieved, I went to go sit on one of the hard metal chairs they provided for the teams on the sidelines. The chairs were uncomfortable but that didn’t bother me. I had other things on my mind. I sat shivering watching the events of the game

Soccer has always been a sport that I’ve loved throughout my childhood. I’ve watched superstars like Sami Aljaber and Yousf Althunyan put on epic performances through the expression of soccer. However, I never truly understood what soccer could do for me until I signed up for my first soccer team. It was in high school, and I was only sixteen years old at the time. I was very excited to have my own team, and to have my statistics being recorded throughout the season. I definitely wanted to test my skills on the soccer field against true competitors that wanted to win just as badly as I did. There were local schools that we had to compete against, and then if we made it far enough, we would get to compete at the state and national levels. When I signed up for my high school soccer team, I truly didn’t know what to expect. I expected to have some fun with my new teammates and friends, but I didn’t realize that it would teach me a valuable life lesson about hard work and discipline. This paper will explain the ups and downs that I’ve had throughout my high school soccer years, and how it helped me become a better person today by instilling positive traits such as hard work, determination, and discipline.

Unlike all other game days, this one is very special. We take on UC San Diego in hopes of securing a playoff spot. My emotions have been running all over the place, and no it’s not because I am a young adult trying to get through college. I have been playing soccer for 15 years already so it is safe to say that soccer is my life. All I do is constantly train to get better and improve as much as I can and today is my chance to showcase my talent at the highest level I’ve played at so far. It’s my second year at SFSU and my second year playing soccer here and with 20 games already recorded for me at the school, I should be coming into the game with a cool head but I am far from it.

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.

LAW 4 - Player’s Equipment-Teams must wear the same uniforms.This includes shin guards to be worn by all players.

Soccer is regarded as the world’s biggest sport, it’s played everywhere, from the streets to major cities around the globe. There are many misconceptions about soccer and it’s very frustrating to hear about; being a Soccer fan myself. Whether you call it football or soccer, there are three enormous misconceptions I hear all the time and one of the biggest misconception I hear from people is that soccer is a very long and boring sport. The second one I pick up from people is whenever a penalty kick has been awarded, the referee must give a red or yellow card to the opposing teams defender. This Just isn’t true. The last misconception is you will get beat up by delinquents if you go to a game. Most People believe that soccer isn’t very exciting to watch and is very tiresome to go through. Soccer isn’t a game where two teams go back and forth scoring goal after goal.

Approximately four years ago, twelve of us accepted a position on team that none of us, not only knew anything about, but also did not expect much from. We were twelve individuals that were seeking a college soccer experience at the division I level and if you ask any of those girls back then, none of them could have predicted the reality of the four years that we would ultimately spend here. This team had experienced heartbreak in freshman year on many levels, battled through the pain of losing in the semi-finals of sophomore year, and again losing in the finals last year. To be a part of this program is unlike any experience I’ve had before. There is always a supportive and positive environment; there is always progress being made every

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?

Have you ever heard the saying, “have you ever wanted something so much it hurt”? Well, when I say it. I’m talking about literally hurting. Your legs are so sore, it feels like you can’t take another stride, your so out of breath from chasing the ball around, and your so exhausted from last nights practice, your bed seems to be the most attractive thing to you right now. Three hour practices of straight running, push ups, and sit ups has its pros and cons. Even at times when you feel like you need a break, pushing yourself through it is what makes you a better player. I choose to inform you on soccer because I’ve played my whole life, from 5 years old until my senior year in high school, and its something I know about. The three main

Yet my apprehension prevailed as I continued to fear getting put in the game in case another player was injured. I was still afraid of making mistakes and getting blamed by screaming coaches and angry teammates. Sometimes these fears came true. During my sophomore season, my position led me to play in the varsity games on many occasions. On such occasions, I often made mistakes. Most of the time the mistakes were not significant; they rarely changed the outcome of a play. Yet I received a thorough verbal lashing at practice for the mistakes I had made. These occurrences only compounded my fears of playing. However, I did not always make mistakes. Sometimes I made great plays, for which I was congratulated. Now, as I dawn on my senior year of soccer, I feel like a changed person.

She dribbles up the ball, goes around the defense. She shoots, she scores as millions of people watch all over the world. The game of soccer, or referred to as football, is known and played worldwide. To understand soccer, one must understand its origins. From a Chinese style soccer game 3,000 years ago to a modern day King of All Sports, soccer has evolved greatly throughout history.

"The Rock says he’s all psyched about the XFL. Oh wait a minute, The Rock isn’t psyched, he’s pumped about the XFL. No no no no no, The Rock isn’t pumped, The Rock is geeked about the XFL. That’s right, The Rock is geeked. Oh wait a minute, The Rock was geeked last week, so The Rock can’t be geeked now. The Rock is more than that, The Rock says he’s cranked about the XFL. As a matter of fact, The Rock is just like everybody else in America: We’re all psyched, geeked, pumped, and cranked..."(Greene, para. 9) This inspirational speech given by Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson prior to the first broadcast was just a taste of what was to come with this new concoction of Wrestle Mania meets the Super Bowl. The XFL was a dream that promoters and hand me-down players from the NFL found a shared faith in 2001. A merging of the schlocky promotions of Vince McMahon's World Wrestling Federation and the passion and violence of football, the league died after one season, its demise hastened more by a failure of an ill-advised and ultimately doomed business arrangement than a repudiation of the product on the field. (Crossman, 2014, para. 1) The XFL

People who cheat are not very smart they'll get caught some time. When they get caught they will have to tell their parents and they will get grounded. You would think it’s cool but by the time you're going to college no college will accept you because you cheated. Then you will be living in the basement for the rest of your life and you won’t have any friends. Your parents will tell you to get a job but you can't because you don’t have a degree in anything. Then you will run out of money and you can’t buy anything you need to survive.

On March 24th 2013, Vardar Canada flew to Dallas to participate in the Dr. Pepper Dallas Cup. This was a huge moment for me as it was my first international soccer tournament. To be one of three teams representing Canada, meant a lot to all of us. My team was competing in the U-17 category and got placed in the hardest group which consisted of: Real Madrid (Spain), Manchester United (England) and Florida Sunrise, the team who won the competition the year before. While we were good, we weren’t always serious and liked to joke around whenever the team travelled. However, this time, not one player from our team acted out. Despite being in Dallas for seven days in a hotel room with all of your best-friends, we all followed our coach’s instructions

The crowd is stomping their feet chanting “USA! USA!”, trying to make as much noise as they can despite their gloved hands and frozen feet. The entire stadium is shaking as the fans show their support for our goalie who just laid out for a stunning save. As we settle back into our seats, wrapping blankets back around our shoulders, I hear from behind me, “God is helping out between those poles tonight.”