As I walk up to Mr. DeBoer shaking from my head to my toes, my legs felt like Jell-O. I was so in shock, I could hardly think, walk or talk. I still couldn’t wrap my brain around this beautiful gift my soccer camp coach was going to give me. All the cold, cloudy, windy days were all worth it. My eyes meet his eyes and I look back down at the gift, a piece of paper was waiting for me. But not just any piece of paper. A piece of paper that felt like gold. A piece of paper that made me feel confident.
That piece of paper read, “Meulensteen National Technical Soccer Camp/Championship, Indianapolis Indiana. November 8, 2015. To the soccer player of Jenna Parker.”
I flip it over after I read the front and notice big black letters reading,
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That’s too tight. We are never going to be able to get our car out!”, I hear my mom say. I see girls and boys with their parents walking into a building. The wide, rectangular building was stretched down to the end of the parking lot. Posters with the words, Soccer Camp!, were hung on each glass door. Our heads automatically swung forward when my dad parked the car...by the way, the car was crooked. I jump out of the car and help my little brother out. His eyes shine when he looks to his left and sees the Colts stadium. I roll my eyes. All my dad and brother do is talk about football. Ooh! The Colts are playing today! Matt come watch with me! TOUCHDOWN!!! Was all I hear in my house. It was good to get out and listen and play a different sport for once. My legs shook when I saw how many people there were. Tall, short, young, and old kids are walking frantically everywhere around the inside of the building. The more they walk, the more nervous I get. I can feel my shoulders bump into other people's shoulders as my family walked through the swarm of people. We get in the line with the letter “P” over a woman's head hanging from a wall. Her hair was in a tight gray bun, with rectangular glasses. She slowly looks down at
Coaches play an important role in the development of children. Approximately 35 million children who range from the ages of 5-18 years old participate in organized sports. Coaches have a variety of roles, they serve as advisors, mentors, teachers, and more. The soccer field is a place where the child is able to develop as an athlete and as an individual. Coaches help children learn new experiences, learn about themselves, build relationships, and overcome obstacles. Coaches aid in the four stages of intellectual growth of children proposed by Jean Piaget, the sociocultural theory fundamental ideas proposed by Lev Vygotsky, and also in intelligence and achievement in soccer. Soccer coaches are able to have a positive impact on children through
After school was out Philip waited on the bleachers behind the school for Joe’s football practice to be over. The Darby Gulch High football team wasn’t much to be envious over. The plays were sloppy and predictable, at least according to most of the players parents. Of course, also according to them, this was solely the coach's fault. Although, cutting Mr.Galindo some slack, have a mascot like ‘The Darby Gulch Seagulls’ doesn’t really pull fear out of our enemies. Basketball, baseball, Soccer, Volleyball, basically any other sport than football in Darby Gulch had a good team. Philip was suppose to play basketball next season, then soccer the season after that. At this point in his life he wasn’t sure. He had planned on quitting baseball before
So after coming out with a win in the semi final game we went out to eat as a whole team and that's what we do as american culture. Also our championship game did not start for a couple hours later and also we got to go out to eat a lot because we are american and that's what we do as american culture. Some of my teammates names are named Juan Alonso, Jackson Williams, Nick Lancaster, Preston Harrison, Tristan Taylor, Connor Pennycook, Cole Person, Alex Tan, Jordan Stutzman, and Dj Berliner. So in warmups before the championship game our star player Juan Alonso got injured and did not play the championship game because he had rolled his ankle. So as we warmed up we had to put our backup shortstop in named Jackson
The entire week was memorable but the last night we had for All-State was the most memorable to me. It was a Friday night in the big city of Tulsa, Oklahoma, when the stadium lights were shining down on Tulsa Union’s football field. The football players, trainers, and cheerleaders were at the stadium before anyone else. As I began to walk on the football field with my black Muller trainer bag around my body like a purse, I realized not everyone has had a chance like this. I was very proud to be able to stand on that field with other athletes from different high schools that were very vigorous in football. Before the game started, the west side trainers filled up the water and Gatorade coolers. Then we began preparing the football players by taping their ankles and wrists. The crowd started showing up in the stands and eventually we got introduced before the game started. By the end of the game there were no injuries in the game and the west side I had lost. When the trainers started packing the equipment we used during the game, there was an injury in the stands. The lady had broken her
On the inside of the club door a large notice is pinned up. The notice
"When she first showed me the paper, I'm like, 'What is this?'. I read it
I have played soccer my entire life. At twelve years old, I completed a Bryst soccer camp after which I decided that I wanted to play at a higher level than house league. My goal was to make a Bryst Academy team.
look up at a billboard that was on the side of the road, and saw a sign that
The summer after my freshman year in college, I went back to Honduras to volunteer with the children who had leukemia at the National Public Hospital. I have never been as intimidated as my first day, when I followed the attending oncologist, while he was showing me the pediatric unit. He also explained my duties, which were attending and playing with the children. When I was left to start my job, I felt almost as nuisance in the midst of that hectic hospital room. Unsure on how to approach the patients, I looked around and found a tender smiling face. Although I was nervous, the warmth of his expression gave me the confidence to walk towards his bed. After a long and pleasant talk, I learned that Diego was from a remote rural town, and that his father visited him three days a week because he had to work to support his family. Diego suffered from a severe form of leukemia and had been hospitalized for nine months. Due to his poor health, he was unable to walk or even sit up in his bed. Hence, he developed atrophy in his legs causing them to lose strength and mobility. Yet with a huge sparkle in his eyes, Diego shared with me his dreams of becoming a great soccer player. As I turned away to retrieve the board games that he requested, I was moved by his courage to dream despite the hardships he was enduring at such a young age. This encounter was the beginning of an important turning point in my life. What initially began as a job became a real duty for me. I felt compelled and obligated to the children whom I interacted with, gaining satisfaction in doing so. At first, it seemed I was doing them a favor but rather it was the children that made an impact in my life. After I left Diego’s bedside that day, I was heartbroken to see h...
It was an eventful summer, or you could say a summer with one major event. July sixteenth in particular was that one day that stood out bolder than the rest. It has been over a decade since the time I started investing my summers with sports practices and games. Each year, I took it up a notch. I didn’t really know how I felt about sports. When I was younger, I continually nurtured my skills for a future I didn't even see. Much like how I used to always read. The vocabulary, grammar, and structure I gained knowledge from reading didn't seem to matter back then. Until sixth grade, I really didn’t have a spark that motivated me to do anything. I believe the exact phrase my friend Emily said was, “I will teepee your house every single night until you decide to try out for Citadel.” This Citadel travel soccer team is what gave me better sense of who I was.
It was two hours before our anticipated game against Manitou Springs, the second ranked team in the state. As I walked through the brick arches I heard nothing but honking traffic from blocks away. I got an eerie feeling when I saw all the smoke coming out of industrial factories, and noticed that no one else was there; I felt like I was in a ghost town. Our team started to go on to the field that we would be playing on to observe the differences in it. As I walked through the gate leading to the field, I was awestruck. It seemed as though this field was the only place in this strange neighborhood privileged enough to receive light from the blazing sun; standing on the field made it seem as though the creepy town had disappeared. The feeling overwhelmed me as I saw the flawless grass outfield and th...
Her face appeared bright red and wet, shiny streaks under her puffy eyes. Pieces of torn paper were held tightly in her hands. I avoided eye contact as she passed. I peered at the envelope again. After two and a half months of waiting, it was time to read my
The misty damp air gave us the impression that our game could be postponed or at least maybe a game where we would be drenched with other liquids than sweat. The building where we spent the time before the game was filled with the smell of hot dogs and hamburgers. The people preparing them watched us in the thought that we would feel defeat. It put an awkward silence in the room. We were there to prove them wrong and that is what we planned to do. As we got closer to game time the building seemed to fill more with these people who had doubt in us.
It was a gloomy day, Hurricane Hermine blew past Greenville leaving behind scattered puddles across campus as well as lingering clouds blocking most of the sunlight. The air was cool yet there was a certain electricity present that made that day feel less dreary. It was the first home college football game, East Carolina University was going to play against Western Carolina University. The two institutions haven’t played each other since 1981 and it was sure to be an interesting match up, football season was back in full swing and this match would define the success to come for the home team.
Training camp is a development story, also it is a simple but great book. The only thing is that the language and style of the book is very basic, It is written at a high school level, in my opinion, which makes it a very easy and quick read, it was so easy I read this on my breaks at work. This story is about a guy named Martin Jones, who is a young football player trying to get into an NFL team in one of there training camp. "Making the team is a goal. But striving for greatness is a life mission. There is a difference, and you have to be honest with yourself and you have to be honest with me,” (Gordon 24). It's all going good until disaster strikes and he gets hurt and an injury sidelines him and he has to sit out. This makes him stressed, scared, and uncertain on what to do next. So he goes to went the team trainer and a coach, they have taken him under their care and start to train his mind, which he learns that to be the Best, he has a lot more to learn on and off the field. What he learns from one of the coaches that takes him under his wing, Coach Ken, is to that, a few lessons that he teaches to players so that they can be successful or even be great on and off the field, forever.