Soccer Personal Narrative

It only took us twenty minutes to be up 2-0 against a team, our main rivals Clements, we had not beaten them for twenty years and who were also former state champions. It was the best feeling ever, seeing the confusion in their faces from being down to us. All the work we had put in that year was finally translated into the field, where it truly matters. Toe to toe with a team they said we had no chance against, I beg to differ. All was going well, until early in the second half they had scored a goal. I could sense the timorous feeling beginning to rise within my teammates, but I never doubted them and knew we still had a

The head coach of the Keystone West said, " Today we will go 3-0 because I know that we work harder than everyone her."

On one fall morning, my mom and I arrived at the Hulmeville Soccer Tournament. There were so many teams that had great potential to win. My teammates and I Were excited to play theses teams and push our skills to the limit. Our soccer team won all five games that we played. Therefore we made it to the championship angist Hulmeville, one of the best teams in the tournament. The game started and there were no goals scored. Since it was the finals, we went

TWEEEEEET. Boom boom, boom boom. I heard the beating of my heart as I picked myself up from the ground. Trailing 1-0 with just over a minute left to play, the referee had blown the whistle for a penalty kick, and my coach was calling my name to take it. I stepped up to the spot, it was the last play of the game. I stared into the keeper's eyes. Left or right, left or right. He blew the whistle. Strategically placing the ball into the lower right corner, I could smell the celebrations, I could hear the parents and teammates chanting my name, but instead, all my senses were snapped back to reality when the keeper hit the ball out of bounds. That was it, I had the chance to win the championship for my team, and I blew it.

Finally, the day of our first game had arrived. All of us had butterflies in our stomachs. It was the type of feeling you get when you know you are well prepared for something, but you inexplicably still feel nervous. As soon as the ball was kicked first, all of the anxious feelings I had melted away and the game became quite fun. Just as the prior years, the first game had the easiest opponent to beat and my team and I had no problem securing a victory against them. The second game was a bit more of a challenge, but defeating that team was nothing we were not prepared for. The true challenge came in the third and championship game. Although we enjoyed a bye game due to our two previous victories, the other team had the advantage of some truly God-gifted athletes. In particular, number seven was a beast of a thirteen-year-old. He stood at an impressive six feet tall and he towered over us on every snap. During the first drive, we had marched the ball down the field slowly but surely and on the four-yard line we fumbled. Of course, number seven picked up the ball and ran it back for a touchdown. At halftime, our coach sat us down and had a long talk with us. Even though we were discouraged by their touchdown, we picked ourselves up and started scoring. We scored two rushing touchdowns in the third quarter and one more in the fourth quarter to secure the win. Not only did we come back from a losing

I had always loved soccer and it had been my favorite sport since age four. When I turned eleven years old I joined a club named Indiana Elite which was very competitive and “hardcore” persay. We had practice three days a week on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. I was very nervous to attend my first practice on my team

The sound of the players was very serious. Everyone talking to each other like we were some wild animals on the filed. The game got really tense as our two forward pass to each other going down to the opposing side. I started sprinting down to help my teammates. One of our forward had the ball and she seen me and pass the ball to me and I grasp the ball heading to the goal while the opposing team were defensing me. As I kicked the ball into the top corner of the net everyone was standing and shouting for joy. They wouldn't never expect that I will ever score on this brilliant team they

The next day at school the only thing people were talking about was the game. It seemed like everyone was excited even if they didn’t like football. After school was over the whole team packed into the locker room to listen to the coaches talk. They went

U-15 team camp will continue to play a major role in my life. I expected team camp to be a magical time,therefore, I would build new friendships and learn valuable skills to help my soccer career excel. However, it was a challenge to change my teammate's minds with a gorgeous goal. The soccer field was covered in dew, due to the mid-August humidity. As I sat down to stretch, I realized everyone was staring at me. I thought the glares were because I was new to the team. However, I neglected to realize what they truly meant. No one believed was deserving to play for such an elite team, as I was only an eighth grader and they were all about to start their journey to high school. This made my stomach turn and I began to go haywire. I knew they

It was our first game in Disney coach gave us his usual pep talk," I have five soccer rules run hard.play hard,shoot hard,obey the refs,and have fun," but this time it was different it didn't seem as if coach actually meant it ,he was staring at the other team the whole warm up time. I think he was nervous that we were going to lose this game which made me doughtfull of the whole team. I was pepping my team up while I heard coach check out of the hotel room on his phone because if we lost we would go home. I took the field all the parents were going wild on the sidelines except for one my dad he said," I don't need to cheer you on, champions know how to cheer there selves on." I took my position and then the whistle blew every time that whistle

I was ready — even the freezing rain could not stop me nor smother my excitement. My eyes were set on the ball, and I concentrated on what was happening on the soccer field. As I was thinking one play ahead and looking for the possible passes from my teammates, the next thing I remembered was that I tripped over myself without even having the ball. I had no time to laugh at myself, but I got up the next second, laid my eyes back on the ball, and ran my tail off to receive the pass. I promised that I’ve only done that once in the season — tripping without a ball, but it was definitely a highlight in my soccer career that added some funny elements to a road of hard work, learning, and determination. Every practice, I’d drill in the basic skills

“Fine you can do whatever silly things that you want to do, and I’ll guarantee that you’ll regret it sooner or later, but first let me show you this soccer video.”

“Mom?”, I asked as we were riding down the road. “Can I join the soccer team?”. “Maybe honey, let me talk to your father first.” A couple weeks passed and she still hadn’t talked to my dad about it so I decided to ask again. Later that day she came back and told me that she had talked with my father and I could join the soccer team. The only exception was that I had to pay for it. So I coughed up 95 dollars to pay for it.

Are team made it to the finals. We worked so hard throughout the season and it all came down to this one game. The ref did our gear check to make sure no one was cheating. The ref asked us for a game ball and we gave one to him. We took the field and it was time to play. The ref took the game ball and put it down. He blew the whistle and we all knew this was the biggest game of our lives.

The school bus finally arrived at Desert Mirage High School where my team and I got off and prepared for our soccer game. The sky was somewhat cloudy, so it must have rained before we got there because as soon as I stepped on to the field, I could smell the fresh grass and the wet dirt. We started off with our usual warm ups which was a lap around the field, followed with a variety of stretches, foot skills, and a shooting drills. After we were all finished our coach gathered us up to decide what the setup was going to be. I was not part of the group in the first half that played; however, we couldn’t have started any better. The first half of the game is forty-five minutes and by the twentieth minute the score was three to zero. As the first half came to an end I was excited and filled with joy because we had the lead. Our coach decided to switch the placement of people and ended placing me into the second play. When I stepped onto the field I felt a rush of excitement, yet a hand full of nerves. My teammate Denise and I were set as forwards with her on the right side and me on the left side. We started off with the ball in the middle, and as soon as the referee blew the whistle Denise sprinted to the right side of the field and I kicked the ball hard enough for it to reach her. Denise was struggling between two defenders of the other team when our midfielder, Anial, ran to help her. In that moment, Denise pushed the ball forward for Anial to take it and move towards the