It was a chilly, but still very sunny day in mid September. The birds chirped and the sun shined. All was good. That weekend my travel soccer team and I went to a New England Revolution game. We all went to Hannaford to meet up together. Once we were all accounted for our head coach began to list off what van people were traveling in. Multiple shrieks erupted out of the girls as they were being separated from their best friends. Our coach thought it would be good for us to mingle with the other teammates that we usually don't talk to. As we all hopped in our vans and said our goodbyes to our best friends from then on our journey had just begun. From Hannaford we began to drive to Wild Oats to pick up some dinner for later on in the trip. We all raced into the store bursting the door open. I was saddened once I saw that there was no soups left. I walked with a few teammates over to the sandwich …show more content…
As our coaches parked the van we saw many tailgaters as well as people playing soccer. The team and I went through the long process of getting into the game and we took a few photos before we took our seats. The game finally began the moment we have all been awaiting. It was a very intense game to watch. It was colder than we all expected it to be since the stadium doesn't have a roof. After many great plays it was the last few minutes of the game and it was tied. The Revs were trying endlessly to score, but the Philly goalie just wasn't giving up. Me being a goalie I was so amazed at the skills these guys had. My teammates kept turning to me and saying, “Your gonna do that someday.” We started to jump up and down as the clock was ticking down towards the end of the game. Every shot that was taken the fans roared, but sadly none of the shots were let in. The final whistle blew and the game was over. The Revs did not come out with a victorious win sadly. It was one of the best games I’ve
While I was in high school, I joined the soccer team. There were 15 girls in a team. There were three girls, whose last name was Lepcha. Who think that they play better soccer then everybody in a team and they do play well but not good as they thought they were. They had started playing soccer for one or two years ago. There were two other girls, whose name was Sabina and Dilu. They were my best friends. My one friend Sabina had played soccer for quite long and she played well but she did not have an attitude as Lepcha did. My second friend was Dilu; she was not that good at soccer. It was her first time playing soccer just like me. I do not know other people who were on a soccer team but the one thing I know about them was that it was their
The game was one sided with us scoring early on then again in the second half. The final score was 2-0. I was ecstatic, I couldn’t believe that we had won the tournament. At the presentation of the trophy, all I could hear was the parents shouting and screaming, I was so proud to be part of the team.
As I walked to school with my lunch that was in a plastic bag. Once we got into school and got in the building my teacher Mr. Williams took attendance and five minutes later we turned around and got on the bus. It was windy and there were leaves blowing all over the place. Last year my 5th grade at John Stewart elementary school was going to Leroy Oakes in St. Charles for team building. It was a fall day and it was chilly. I had my drawstring on my back with my lunch and had three coats on. We turned onto a road called Dean Street and it was bordered by grass. I saw the Leroy Oaks sign, and my bus went over a speed bump that threw my class off balance. After awhile my class off the bus with a skip and a jump in my step. Then I was super excited that our
Growing up in El Salvador, soccer was a sport that significantly impacted my childhood. My cousins and uncles taught me how to play soccer, as well as various techniques that would later benefit me on the soccer field. At the age of seven I started to play for one of most well-known soccer clubs in El Salvador. Practicing twenty three hours a week was really paying off, as I could see in my medal and trophy gain. Not only did they represent my accomplishments, but they also gave joy to my teammates, community, and family because they were the people who encouraged me to give my best. Playing soccer was also a way to release stress because when my family was going through hardships, it was easier for me to let all of my negative energy on the
The photographer takes my picture and I sit with the rest of the team. We were still missing the last person who was probably going twice the speed limit. Henry finally makes it and we all measure ourselves tallest to smallest. Kids argued they were taller to hold their ground on the team. As usual I was the smallest. I was forced to kneel in the muddy soggy wet grass. Then we are all ready and the blinding flash hits us all. It was still about 10:00 in the morning there was still that mixture of morning dew and goose poop that made you wonder why does this smell not faze me. We all groan as the photographer says, “One more,” in a fake happy voice. The game finally starts as the referee proudly blows his whistle. I have that small relief that everything was ok and god was on my
To be a part of the squad for my schools' soccer team has been one of my life's goals and has finally been fulfilled. My previous attempts to get on my high school soccer team in Jamaica failed because I wasn't skilled enough at the time. Since arriving to the United States, I have trained diligently and have accomplished my goal of making my school's soccer team.
I've recently came to the realization that plying full time soccer from when I was 5 years old to now has put a toll on my body.
I enjoyed the praise and cheers from my teammates that are like my brothers. They all contributed to my success and lifted my high as they knew that this moment I would never forget for the rest of my life. I honestly did not want to leave the field that night so I meandered and fooled around with everyone for the longest time after the game. After the game I met up with my mother and father as they seemed to look more proud than I was at the time. They talked to me and told me how great I have become over the years of hard work and dedication.
It was in the middle of the summer and the heat was setting in on everyone. Baseball was the summer sport for the town of Pine Island. My team was so good that year that we got first in a tournament that qualified us for state. The first half of the summer, up until mid July, had been hot, dry, and filled with a lot of 13 and 14 year old kids that knew how to play baseball. We had a lot talent and were ready to put that talent to test in our state tournament. Not many kids are able to go through the thrill of going to state with a team that they love to play on. The morning of the state tournament we woke up, packed our bags with the sun half way over the horizon, and headed off to the state tournament. When we got to the field to play our first state tournament baseball game, we were thrilled. We arrived at an amatuer baseball team stadium ready to play Apple Valley. Walking into this stadium was like walking into and MLB stadium except with a lot less fans. Just being here was the coolest thing I could’ve asked for. After doing the national anthem and getting all of the butterflies out we started the game.
I woke up and got dressed for the game, I put on my shorts, gathered all my equipment, and made a game plan for the big game. I thought to myself, “I need to play the best game of my life and never quit.” I went downstairs and heard a car honking outside. I went to the door, put on my cleats, and went outside. My friend George and I got out of the car and put on our equipment, and went to start practicing. I was the goalie so of course I have the biggest responsibility on the field. I knew I had to step up and make a lot of saves.
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
With music blasting, voices singing, talking and shouting, it was another typical ride to school with my crazy sister. Leaving late that morning my sister and I were in a rush, with my sister putting her foot down on the accelarator - going a little too fast, we started down the first road towards our school. This road was very narrow and rather hilly with shrubs, dirt and trees at either side. As we broke the top of one of the small, blind hills, in the middle of the right hand lane was a dead deer. My sister, without any thought, pulled the wheel to the left and back over to the right to try and avoid the dear. No big deal, but she was going too fast.
I sat down next to the driver’s side door to wait for her to come back and then have her take me home. The ground was cold and you could feel the wind where ever you were. So, the temperature was not very warm. All I had on was my football pad pants and a t-shirt sitting down next to this silver car waiting for someone. Around that moment I finally realized why every parking spot was taken up, there was a football game going on in the stadium.
I started playing volleyball in seventh grade, and I had completely fallen in love with the sport. Growing up in a small town, our school always struggled to find coaches that were not related to players. In middle school, I would always be so angry that the important named kids got to play in the A team, while I was stuck in the corner with the B team. Eventually, eighth grade year I decided to join a club team, and increase my skill for freshman year. I enjoyed club, I had actually made the one team, and I had virtually no problems with anyone or anything that season. But, just as soon as freshman year rolled around my attitude changes a lot. I’ve gained the perfectionist trait from my mother, and with this mindset in a sport, you’re almost guaranteed to struggle. Freshman year I had just come off of club, so I knew so much more about the sport and its movements. Naturally I wanted to be perfect, I personally believe that I had done really well as a freshman, but when I messed up I became silent.
One day after high school football practice my coach had come up to me and asked if I wanted to go to a football game with him. Of course, I said yes, but it did not cross my mind of what game I was going to watch. After I had said yes, he said that he got discount tickets the Penn State versus Ohio State football and wanted me to go with him. When he told me that it was for an Ohio State game, I was so happy that I could not get a smile off of my face. Not only had he offered me to go, but he said that my mom could with me as well. Later that night, my coach called my mom and told her about the news. She was very excited as well because she had been trying to plan a game for her and I to go, but finding time was difficult. The news that day not only shocked me, but my mom as well.