The Importance Of Soccer In My Life

Ever since I could remember, soccer had been in my life. If there was a soccer team that needed a coach, my father was always the first to volunteer. There were almost too many strenuous weekends spent hours away from home for soccer tournaments to count. My entire family, consisting of my parents, my siblings, my dog, and myself, packed in a mini-van heading to a city that I had never heard of for soccer games. But when I entered high school, all that would soon go away. I kept playing the same sport that I always had, although now I had to wake up at five in the morning for six hours of high school soccer practice in the smoldering summer heat in order to make the high school team. High School sports were more competitive than anything I had done before. I put in as much effort as I could to make the Varsity High School team, staying out past dinner to practice even longer. I was utterly divulged in soccer and trying to be the best I could be. Soon, I would regret placing a game over spending time with my family.

Well I finally discover the true love and passion I have for soccer two years later when I was 8 years old. My parents finally decided to put me in a team called “Princess” I would go to every practice and always tried to get my parents in the car at time so we would never be late to games. I played defence and scraped my knees sometimes trying to get the ball out of our side. But I never knew what I was actually capable of until my coach had a job and had to leave coaching for a while and one my teammates parent decided to step in. I was so use to playing defence but he wanted to make things different and he believe I would do even better at forward. The next game I played forward score every single goal winning the game I never understood why people seem so happy to score until that day. Seeing the ball slowly roll in the back of the net and every single parents and kids raise from their seats and start clapping nonstop and screaming my name has been the most amazing feeling I have felt in my

At the age of ten I was the most energetic, go-lucky, confident girl. I excelled at my beloved sport, soccer. I had been playing since I was just a mere five years old, far longer than the other girls. Playing so long had helped me be at a higher level of skill than most of the other players on my team.

In a flash, the referee blows his whistle, and the game is over. Legs striding, I chase after the ball, stealing it from the other team. Amidst the excitement, I lose track of time, and minutes go by in seconds. I started playing soccer when I was 7 years old. For as long as I can remember I have loved to play soccer. When I play soccer I forget about all my worries. Since then I have played for many different recreational teams for Verdigris and Catoosa. I have also played for a competitive soccer team for West Side Alliance. Today, I play for Verdigris High School soccer. I have played for their junior varsity team for two years as the captain and the junior varsity player of the year. I have also played for the varsity team.

I have always loved soccer, ever since I was small and had just started it, along with kindergarten. Now I was venturing into a new level of soccer: elementary school soccer. For the past year, I had been watching professional soccer, making sure to learn from every important detail that had made those larger than life players so extraordinary, so talented, and so perfect. I wrote down facts, statistics, and formations that seemed to bring them success. I practiced soccer often. For a while, I would practice for an hour or more at home after school, and when it got too cold to go outside, I would go in my garage to juggle and shoot the ball, then up to two hours at a time. I was so excited for the elementary school soccer program and I thought

As I was getting ready for the most important game of my eleven year soccer career, I began recollecting on how my love of soccer began.

In 8th grade, I was selected to play on the varsity soccer team. We didn’t have the best team, and back then, I thought I was the best player on the team since I have been playing all my life. I tried winning games by myself by not passing the ball very often. Several of the people on the team, have never played soccer before. We only won three games and didn’t make the tournament. I thought the whole entire Summer on how we could win the championship. I wanted to win more than anything because I’ve been playing for 10 years and I’ve never won a championship. The next season came, and I was more ready than ever. I worked so hard and made sure all my teammates got involved because I started to notice that the team as a whole was playing better.

I was 4 years old when I made contact with a soccer ball for the first time in my life, it might seem childish but the experience of playing soccer as a child shaped my life forever. Growing up in the threatening background in Caracas, Venezuela, the only extracurricular activity that kept me out of danger some activities, and helped me escape any bad habits that affected most of my friends at an early age was playing soccer, playing soccer made me realized that achieving my goals was possible, therefore, playing soccer shaped my attitude at a young age. However, everything went south when I was diagnosed with a severe groin trauma on my left leg at the age of 10, which prevented me from reaching my highest potential in soccer due to constant

My dad started teaching me to play soccer since I was very young. He used to be a soccer team’s captain when he was in university, so he was very good at soccer. Every weekend, he would bring my brother and me to a soccer field in our neighborhood, and we

While I was changing in the locker room, I felt a bit nervous and butterflies began to storm my stomach. I stepped outside the cold air hit me; the smell of mulch made my stomach turn. While outside I saw at least 40 people prepared to try out for the soccer team; each and every one of them looked terrifying to me. With this in mind, I trembled in fear that I wouldn't be good enough to make the team.

I was born into a family that was immersed in sports culture. Ever since I was an infant, my parents would take me to watch my brothers soccer games and while I didn’t comprehend all aspects of the game, I knew in my heart that I wanted to be the preeminent soccer player in the world and make my brothers proud. When I was six, my mother registered me into the “Spokane Valley Jr. Soccer Association”. I spent incalculable hours kicking and dribbling around in my backyard envisioning myself as the world’s best player, leading my team to the world championship. Fast forward 8 years and I was now on a nationally ranked premier team with all my childhood companions. We practiced five days a week and competed year round, traveling all over the West coast for tournaments. I considered myself not only a founding member of the team, but an integral player.

I once heard a story of a kid who started playing soccer at the young age of thirteen and lived an hour away from anything. He wanted to become a big time soccer player. The first team he played from being HFC, when he went to his first practice it was cold and muddy. He was the worst on the team,but he tried hard and practiced six hours a day. The boy continuously trained and competed for the next year and a half. Until he became one of the most progressed players on his team. Then,he moved to Gulf Coast United where the competition was immensely more challenging.The boy is me and this is where my story begins. I became so infatuated that practicing more and more until it eventually became my life 11-13 hours every day. My team won a lot

I am an upcoming senior graduate of class 2019. I was born in Weslaco, but I’ve lived and grown up all my life in Mercedes. Both of my parents have raised me in the most humble and honorable way as they possibly could. Since I was little my dad has taught me everything he knows from automobile to being a handyman. My dad taught me all this so I wouldn’t depend on someone else to do something for me. Even my mom taught me this way by teaching me how to cook to house maintenance. Soccer has interested me because of my dad. He has taught me how to play the beautiful game since I was little. He has gone to all of my games even now to support my dream to become a professional soccer player.

One day when I was in middle school I decided to join the soccer team. As I was getting ready for our first game I noticed that I wouldn’t be starting as first string. Obviously, I knew I wasn’t that great of a player. So after sitting on the bench most of the season I wanted to make a change in my skill level. Every day I would practice my butt off. Until the day I finally got to play in my first full 90 minute soccer game. During my first soccer game I was overly excited because I worked so hard to get to this point, I fell in love with soccer, and it helped me gain new friends.

When I was 7 years old I started playing soccer. I played soccer for 3 years before finishing up and retiring the sport. During this time I learn a lot, and gained a lot of confidence for sports in the future. During the time I played soccer there were many factors affecting my participation of the sport.