The Influence Of Soccer On My Life

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

As I stepped onto the field preparing to be a ball boy, I could feel my heart pounding inside me. When I spotted the players walking to the field, I was nervous and super excited at the same time. I had been deliberating what I should or should not do before the onset of the game. For example, if our team (Atlanta United) was winning, I would take a moment to slow the game down. On the other hand, if the opposite team was winning, I would demand of myself to be nimble and get the ball back into play as soon as possible. Finally, my dream of being a ball boy for a major league soccer team was becoming a reality.

With my stick in my hand and passion in my heart, I looked to my left to see the group of fearsome girls practicing in silence on the turf field. With this sight, I muttered quietly to myself underneath my breath, “Never Again”. Over the course of my enduring three years in high school so far, I have been apart of many different communities with diverse people coming together to express unity amongst each other. The exposure of different clubs, sports teams, and friend groups have shown me many unique ideas and lessons. However, the lesson I have valued the most was my choice of finding a sport that made me feel more positive and allowed me to succeed to my full potential.

Time to make the trek to another soccer game that is three hours away. Heading down the highway, I dose off and enter the world that is ever changing. I awaken to the sounds of screeching brakes and a current of wind that passes across my face. We have arrived at the field. Fast-forward, it's getting closer to game time and little do I know I'm about to play every position in the next ninety minutes.

Throughout my entire life, soccer has influenced me greatly. In fact, my childhood can be described as watching my siblings play soccer. Rain or shine, no matter the distance, no matter how much I didn’t want to go, I was still there to support them. All four of us made sacrifices to support each other. This made our family more close knit.

One day May 17, 1977 one wonderful women gave birth to a baby girl at noon. I was literally born with the worlds biggest passion for soccer. I was living with a soccer life. It even in my blood. For example both my dad and uncle were soccer players while my dad is scoring goals my uncle had the most important job, watching all the games. I wouldn't even be alive if soccer wasn't in my life or even Cristiano Ronaldo.

I was speechless. Why was my mom making me play soccer? I hated soccer! I wasn’t even good at it. But even though I wanted to play baseball, deep down I knew that playing soccer would be the right thing to do. I had been

Last spring, I wanted an adjustment. I had been running for an extended period of time. Moreover, I just previously finished a vigorous cross country season. I desperately desired to pursue another sport. Then, one monotonous school day, on the Morning Announcements, I was astounded to hear a life changing declaration. “There will be a soccer interest meeting held in the Old Gym at AC Flora tonight.” I practically leapt out of my chair with excitement.

I took it upon myself to be a great soccer player and achieve a scholarship into college. Although, I had never actually been good at soccer, but I was so excited and determined to achieve my new dream. During P.E. at school, my teacher loaned me a soccer ball, accompanied by my classmate and my good

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Throughout the semester, I also began to develop an appreciation for soccer because of him. I only played soccer in kindergarten and wasn’t a fan of playing the game, but Diego grew up with the sport and wanted to keep playing despite our campus not having any sports. We were both athletic in high school and found soccer as a way to stay in shape and be competitive. Whether it be scrimmaging at the Bryant Park field or playing FIFA until 4 A.M., soccer was a way for us and our floor to bond. Our floor didn’t have a theme, but by the first month we turned the seventh floor into the FIFA floor because of us developing the same enjoyment for the

I feel the indent of the pentagons on my soccer ball and my sweaty knuckles that I am cracking out of anxiousness. The turf beads all over my body sticking to me, like a sickness I feel as if they are taking over my body. I feel my damp, smelly, sticky, black with white on the side shorts, which reminded me of a skunk, attach to my body as if they are a second skin. I feel the blisters ripping off all sides of my feet and leaving a burning sensations on the raw, pink skin the size of quarters. I gripped the yellow pinnie as she started to announce the names of the team.

One day my mom told me that I was on the Upward Basketball Team, a church league for basketball. I was furious because I did not like basketball at all, but my mom loved basketball, which is why she wanted me to play on the team.

As I closed my eyes I felt the chill of the mud splattered on me. It was raining out and I was afraid that all my hard work had gone out the window. It was one of the first practices, that were much needed, in order to get the team educated on the game of soccer. I stood in a worn out men’s soccer uniform discouraged and frustrated. As I opened my eyes, I watched as several different girls started sliding face first through the puddles of mud. They were determined laughing and talking together. They embraced what the environment had bestowed upon us, and took the time to get to know each other. This mud had brought such a diverse group of girls together. In that moment, I felt the change with every gust of wind. There were 20 girls with a common goal and a love for the game, all from a diverse background brought together. But at this moment of frustration they all came together to enjoy life.

As I closed my eyes, I felt the chill of the mud splattered on me. It was raining out and I was afraid that all my hard work had gone out the window. It was one of the first practices, and I needed to get the team educated on the game of soccer. I stood in a worn out men’s soccer uniform discouraged and frustrated. As I opened my eyes, I watched as several different girls started sliding face first through the puddles of mud. They were laughing and talking together. They embraced what the environment had bestowed upon them, and took the time to get to know one another. The mud and rain had brought such a diverse group of girls together. In that moment, I felt the change with every gust of wind. There were twenty girls surrounding me with a common goal and a love for the game. They were all from a diverse background brought together due to this commonality. At this moment of frustration, due to practice being over, they all came together to enjoy life.