Soccer Team-Personal Narrative

It was a casual Friday morning, a little bleaker and laid back and no one was in a rush to get to where they needed to go. I was moving along at my casual pace and the only difference i had felt that i hadn’t encountered throughout the previous mornings of my football games, were the butterflies in my stomach. I was nervous, and I don’t usually get nervous the morning of my football games. But I was, and I couldn’t get this desperate feeling in my stomach to go away. I had tried everything but my body knew, with Michael out a lot more responsibilities would be pointed towards me offensively and defensively. I was worried that I would make a mistake and cost our team an undefeated, hard-fought season we had spent hours getting better in.

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

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

It wasn’t any normal game it was the championship game. I really didn't have any worries because my team was really good. The other team was good too because that team had beat us before and they beat us by a lot of points. I was texting my friends while I waiting for the game cousin told me

It was a brisk fall evening, and my seventh grade youth football team and I had traveled to Aberdeen to play the undefeated Chiefs. We had worked harder and longer than we ever had that week to show that we were a threat in the league and ascend from our third place ranking. We knew it was not going to be easy; the Chiefs’ team had the fastest running back in our division, and they had scored more total points per game than any other team in the Southeast Idaho Youth Football League. The field was neater and greener than we had expected in this town. It was a great day for football, and I was with all of my best friends. I knew going in that it was going to be a learning experience whether we won or lost that night because the Chiefs were

Two years ago I played my first high school soccer season and it was one of the best experiences I had related with this sport, but what made it special was the last game we faced. Just like Forrest Gump quoted, “Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.” This is how the surprise started; some friends and I were moved up from freshman team to the JV team and we were excited to compete for some game time. Even though we had very low chances, we gave our 100% in the few training sessions we had to earn a spot. Friday night arrived; I was frightened and shocked to face the best team in our district.

As we traveled from Winner to Rapid City, we made many stops, from Pine Ridge to the Bad Lands. As we pulled into Rapid I started getting excited but also getting a sick feeling to my stomach, like stomach had butterflies but also was in knots. As we got to the Civic Center, I was more nervous than excited, then I saw some old hand game friends and went to scrimmage with them. As my team and I were scrimmaging my sponsor was in a meeting, a few minutes later, being team captain or head guesser, I

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.

We were all set up on the field ready for the game, I remember closing my eyes forabout a minute before the game started, that minute felt like 10 years, I froze and thought aboutmyself when I was 3 years old and how I first fell in love with the game and how my ultimatedream was to become pro, I remember the hours of pain and suffering I put myself through tobecome the player I was today, I remembered waking up at 4 a.m. on school mornings to go forruns so that I could run longer in games,I remember skipping parties and hanging with friendsso that I could train, I remembered everything, but one thing truly hit me was how much soccerwas there for me growing up my parents argued a lot and when I was feeling sad and lonely Iwould go train at the fields and it would hell my sorrow. Growing up in a household when yourparents are constantly fighting is difficult, but soccer was my out lit it was my therapist. Duringthe time of their divorce I felt like I had no one but soccer so I decided I need to give back to thegame. Soccer did so much for me, so I wanted to prove to it that it wasn't a waste of time andthat I would make something out of the game. I opened my eyes and didn't feel human anymore Ididn't feel in control of my own body the sport had taken over me for the better. I remembermoments when I was running and it didn't even feel like my feet were touching the floor

You know when you're a little kid and you want something just because you don't have it and so that makes you want it more? Well that happened to me, in 2014 me and my twin friends Ashley and Averie tried out for the competitive soccer team. Unfortunately I didn’t make the team but my friends did I was devastated at the time but didn't let that get to me...too much. Me and Ashley had talked about how much fun it would be to be on the same soccer team for a whole year (competitive soccer is year round vs recreational soccer that is just fall and spring).

The whistle screeched and all of the anxiety that was haunting me, suddenly slipped away. Everything we had been working towards came into play now. My first soccer game was a mix of emotions, I was excited, nervous, hyper, and smiley. It all started on the car ride to the game, it was only a 10 minute ride but it felt more like 10 hours. My parent’s intentions were to be supportive, but I found it annoying. They were telling me to be aggressive and don’t back down but at the same time, have fun. Now I have a greater appreciation for my parents and know they just want the best for me. After what seemed like days, we arrived at Swarner Park, it was a little chilly because the sun was behind the full, fluffy clouds.

As the National Anthem was being sung I look to my dad, in the far back by himself, and give him a nod like I do before every game. The game starts and we were right, it was a war. The game was 3-2 we were losing going into the third. And then we score a goal, by my defence partner Scott. We were tied 3-3 with five minutes left. That gave us some life back. I look up at the clock and it's counting down fast. It says three minutes left in the game. As i'm looking up Brandon, my teammate, skates down the sideboard and shoots top shelf. The buzzer goes off. We score! It was 4-3 and everyone was out of their seats.

Many people don’t recollect their first game they had played, but I recall my first game like it was yesterday. The game occurred at night where the field was light by numerous luminescent light posts that casted above the field. The weather was superb in that it was the kind of night you were forced to breathe in your hands to make them warm and even though you did this repeatedly for a while, you would still be cold and get the shutters that run up and down your body. Even though it was cold, crisp weather that made you want to go home and sit in the warmth, the smell of fresh cut grass and the heat from the lights made you excited to play the game. We finished the warmups and the clock struck 0:00 meaning it was time to start the game. The bright lights made us feel like superstars as we began to line up on the field and begin. I was positioned at starting forward, so I got the pleasure of starting off the game and my soccer career. In the center of the field stood the ball, I reluctantly waited for the referee to blow his whistle for the game to start. After synchronizing their watches and the game clock, the

"Fweeeet-woooo", the sound of the whistle letting us know the game is about to begin. A little apprehensive isn't the word that describes this moment. "Yanna your at mid", Coach Russuem says in the background distracting from my daze; my first game ever playing soccer and I'm in the starting 9. As I walk on the field I get this rush of fearful thoughts, "What if I miss the ball? what if I don't be aggressive enough? Am I ready? Should I sit this one out? Should I tell coach I'm sick? Should I.....", I notice I have this tremble as I walk and I start to tell my self I can do this! After encouraging myself and putting my head in the game I looked at the score board realizing we're in the lead 3-2. Now the second half is about to cease, thus for,

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