I have always had the same dream. Nothing has changed, and I doubt it will. Since I’ve been playing soccer, I’ve always loved it. “Training is key,” my father said. I was at the beach one day and I remember my father telling me that he wanted me to play soccer with him. I thought about it, and I decided why not give it a try. I loved soccer, but here was one problem that stood like a mountain between me and the Promised Land. That was school. School was like my prison. It’s kind of boring and it took 7 hours of my life each day. It was as exciting as my grandma’s birthday party. (Because it took so long and there were only old people) The youngest person there besides me was my mom and she’s old. When I was old enough to understand the importance of studying I kind of wanted to study but the …show more content…
soccer ball called me like mermaids call sailors. It didn’t destroy me when I did listen to the ball but my grades stank. Finally in 2010 it was time for the World Cup I’ve been waiting this moment all my life. When Spain won their fans cheered, haters booed and other people clapped. When the World Cup comments started to die out my dad quit the team. It felt like I’ve been punched with fear, kicked with devastation and knocked out into bewilderment. I asked him why and all he was willing to say was that he was starting to get old and all that stuff. I think the truth was that he couldn’t keep up with the rest of the grownups. (He was chubby) “How many times do I have to tell you I’m not going back?” Sure enough he wasn’t, he never did. “Is he ever coming back?” my friend asked me, “I don’t know,” I said, as the days went by there was one question I had and I couldn’t find the answer. From then I held something against my dad, as the time went on I felt bad for my dad, “why am I treating him like this,” If it wouldn’t have been for him I wouldn’t be plying soccer. Now that I look back at the memories I can remember I start thinking of what my parents have done for me. When I lived in New York I didn’t play soccer for about 2 years, so when I came back to California I sucked. Then my friend Arnulfo invited me to play in his team, and little by little I started to play soccer again.
I still didn’t totally like school, so when I had bad grades I couldn’t go to practices. Then one day my mom got mad. Enough is enough. I kept complaining. Shut up! Those words made me freeze like if someone was holding a gun against my head. We didn’t speak for about 12 hours. Then she came into my room and told me she didn’t mean what she said and she basically preached about why family members shouldn’t argue and stuff. My mom hate soccer; however, when I need support and all the stuff a mother is supposed to do she is the first one to lend a hand. In 2015 it was all good I had good grades and I was playing soccer, it almost went argue free the whole year. I started to wake up early in the mornings to lay soccer during summer. Each time the birds were chirping, the wind brushing my hair and the grass sank like if I were walking on my bed, it all felt so good. My mom wasn’t always bad news sometimes she was nice, other times not, but still most of the time she was nice. She supported me, sometimes a little too much. She would usually stand by the sideline cheering me
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Many things have helped to shape my identity to make me the person I am. The most influential thing that has shaped me is my culture. One of the biggest pieces of my culture that has done this is my participation in sports. Out of the sports I play, high school soccer has shaped me the most. Soccer in high school shaped my identity by making me more social, a leader, and open minded about diversity.
From an early age I always knew I would be playing soccer my whole life. My dad showed me the ropes of how to play and got me interested right away. By the age of three I had started playing, and to this day I have not stopped. Soccer has been a huge part of my life and I don’t know where I would be today if I never played. I met some amazing people playing soccer including my coaches who encouraged me and told me never to give up as well as my teammates who became my friends and were always there for me.
I started playing soccer when I was four years old. At the time I had a lot of problems. To name a few, I was bad at working with others, I was a sore loser, and I did not handle pain or disappointment well. When I started to play soccer I had a low self esteem and was terribly shy. Going up and talking to people was not on my list of things to do. This made it pretty hard for me to fit in with all the other kids and make friends. It was hard to enjoy playing soccer when I felt as though I had no friends on the team. My parents noticed my dislike in the sport, but urged me to keep playing anyway.
...kills, I can always count on my second family to support me through it all. Multiple times when I was feeling my soccer skills weren’t up to par and I wasn’t good enough, my coaches consistently encouraged to keep practicing and training myself to become a better player. They didn’t let me quit because they knew I could become better if I gave it my all. The encouragement that I receive from my soccer family is so greatly valued because I know they are choosing, out of love, to support me.
Football has accumulated a vast number of fans throughout history. Today, the total fan base of football is a staggering 3.5 billion people, which makes it the most admired sport in the world. With half the world’s population enthralled with football, there are numerous people who take this sport to the extreme. During tournaments, such as, UEFA Champions League, and of course the World Cup; football fans make sure others know which team is going to win. From various chants specifically toward the opposing team, to fights in the streets with one another, fans will do almost anything to let others know which team is better. Watching these tournaments and hearing the fans cheer on their team throughout the match has an invigorating effect on
I honestly believe without football I would not have an identity since it played a crucial role in shaping me into the caring, smart, and passionate person I am today. Before football you could not pinpoint the difference between the herds of people who did not have a care in the world and myself. Ever since the 6th grade I frequently arrived to school tardy, got into multiple fights for no apparent reason, and often received disappointing grades; these bad habits became a daily routine that derived from the fact that I did not know any better. After being raised by parents who did not finish high school and never stressed the importance of school, I had no one to instill a moral compass within me. Anyways, at the beginning of my 7th grade year I was messing around in my Physical Education class when suddenly a football coach
Raised in a small town of 750 people, where high school sports meant everything, sport has played a tremendous role in my life. Basketballs and footballs replaced stuffed animals in cribs, and dribbling a basketball came before learning to ride a bike. I started playing basketball in the second grade, and I hated it. We always played in the division above us and we hardly ever won a game, but after watching Coach Summitt and the Tennessee Lady Volunteers win back to back National Championships, the same years my high school girls basketball team won back to back State Championships, I fell in love with the game. In fact, sport is what led me to the University of Tennessee; I admired Pat Summitt, not only because of the number of wins and National
Do you have that certain something that has affected your life for better? Football is that thing for me. I have played it as long as I could walk. I still remember the time when I was very little and my dad would take me to the front yard and we would play catch and talk about football for hours. I have enjoyed football in three big parts of life: Pee Wee, Junior High, and High school.
I was so upset with myself for letting people's comments on the field get to me, and affect my level of play. My mom, the JV coach, came over and tried to talk to me, but I didn't want to talk. Liz, the varsity coach, kept looking at me. I assumed it was to see what was wrong but she is not the type to be very sympathetic. Then Diana, the varsity assistant, came over and told me how. Indeed to get out of my own head and play my game. She said I had played a fantastic first half, which I though was a lie. By this time all my teammates on the bench were asking what was wrong, which made me cry even more. I was letting my team down and I had wanted to go back in to improve my play. I got subbed back in and could not focus, I was making simple mistakes, that are apart of the basics of soccer. I. A me out after about ten minutes, people he told me I played better, but I knew it was just to try and make me feel better. We ended up winning the game 2-1, which I was happy about, but other than that k was not happy about much. Later that night my mom sat and tried to get me to say what was wrong, buts don't know how to put my feelings into words so it was hard and I kept saying "I don't
Growing up, from the time I started my first day of class until walking across my hometowns football field to receive my diploma I never had thought that I let something define the person that I have become today. However, being presented with this essay I have come to the realization that football has defined me as a person. I don’t mean to say that the sport has had this much of an impact on me, I’d rather like to think that the memories associated with the sport has made an everlasting impact on my life.
I was born and raised in Southeast Texas in a suburb hidden amongst loblolly pines. My home is a master planned community conceived and developed with the goal of creating the ideal family and work environment for upper middle class American families. And indeed, families relocate here from around the world in job relocations to make their homes amongst the trees. It is a kid's utopia - a township based on family with extra emphasis placed on the needs and desires of its children. I am fortunate to have grown up in a kid orientated community with excellent schools and a nurturing family.
Football, one of the most beloved pastimes and fastest growing sports in America, is making its way into our lives more than we could ever realize. Our lives are surrounded by football. We watch professional football on Sundays, Mondays, and Thursdays. We have collegiate football on Saturdays and high school football on Fridays. All while checking player stats and injuries for fantasy football, or for small talk among friends.
For as long as I can remember football has been a part of my life in some way, shape, or form. When I was first born my grandfather said that I was solid and built to play football. I used to throw the football with my mother when I was a toddler and she always told me that when I tried to tackle her I hit really hard. My first organized football experience was when I was five. I had just moved to Manassas, VA from Washington, D.C. in 1994. It was around fall and that was right at the beginning of football season in the area. I remember telling my mother that I wanted to play, so she looked for a local organization for children. She came across the Greater Manassas Football League (GMFL) and that is where I began to play the game I love.
Back in the 1800`s Football was played by the agricultural society. There wasn’t much rules and it was considered as” mob football”. In 1848 the first set of rules were made my Cambridge University but these rules were changed in 1863, since then football has changed. Football has developed a lot more ever since the industrial revolution which means everyone has a lot more energy and time to play football. This is because of the machines doing more work, meaning less labour.
When I got to high school soccer, everything changed. Soccer is so much different. I remember my first game, first play, i had the ball I got hit and i looked at my dad and he kinda shrugged. It took a lot to learn how to play at this new level. I worked hard through freshman, sophomore, and junior years.