I have grown up with soccer, I played all thru out my youth on special teams and played in high school as well. I even continued my love for the sport and became a referee. With many years of experience on the field, I have put expectancy violations theory to work many of times in trying to predict moves and seeing the outcomes from these moves. With 25 years combined experience both as player and referee I felt as though I had a pretty good handle on what to expect and how to handle situations that are unexpected. In a regional final though I found no matter the years of experience you can always be thrown for a loop. It was the middle of June and I was refereeing the final in the regional high school state finals for boys fifteen to eighteen. …show more content…
As I predicted he kicked the ball to the goalie who I predicted would kick the ball down field; this is not what happened though. The goalie picked up the ball with his hands, throwing me, my assistant referees and the defender’s team all for a spin. Since everyone had predicted the goalie would kick it down field practically everyone was already on the other end of the field. At this point my assistant referee raised this flag and I blew my whistle for an infraction, this unexpected move was both stressful and distressing at the same time. It was first distressing to think that boys on this level do not know the basic concepts and rules of the game. Mostly the situation was stressful, it was stressful because the move was so unexpected. Around 300 fans were staring and screaming at me to make sure the call was fair meanwhile the attacking team is rushing to set up their free kick in the same moments. Since I was the center referee it was my job to make sure I was at the kick to make sure it was properly set up; mind you I am behind the attacking players a significant distance and am trying to catch up to the area of where the free kick will happen. All this happening simultaneously and trying to analyze everything is very stressful and a little
One incident that happened to me that change how I thought about sports was when I first started playing soccer. It all started when my mom said that I should join a sport to get me more active. It took me awhile to choose soccer at first because there were so many sports to choose from. I told my mom I wanted to play soccer. She signed me up to play for a non competitive league (GYSA) so I can learn the basics of the sport. She also told me to play I would have to maintain good grades. After hearing that i always tried my best in soccer and school.
In regards to referees calling the games inconsistently, they pledged to do their best to try and stay consistent. We can’t totally blame the referees because they have to throw the flag for what they see, but the foul is reviewable and can be overturned. It would help them out tremendously if players did not lead with their heads. They don 't want to call the penalties but they definitely will if they have to. They are just trying to do their part and help keep the game
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
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.
Do you play soccer? Have you ever been in a game a you won from a last minute goal? Well I have been let me tell you about it. During soccer season we were going to a soccer tournament in Clare. There were 3 teams in the tournament, Mt Pleasant, Clare, and us Alpena. We were on the bus driving there we were getting ready to play. We were talking about all the strategies and what we were going to do to win. The bus stopped and we were there.
Officiating a game in the English Premier League (EPL) is a hard job for any referees. Indeed, it is harder when it comes to be the biggest derby in London and also between the first place of the league, Chelsea, and the second place, Arsenal. It is known for the EPL to be one of the aggressive and rougher soccer leagues over the world, because of the intense competition between teams. The match ends up with scoreless draw. However, there were controversy cases that the head referee, Michael Oliver, and his assistance referee left for the people to discus about.
In the second half both teams were exhausted. One of my teammates was running down the pitch and passed me the ball, I soon ran into pressure and the ball was stollen from me I ran after the player, both the player and I came to stop at center field, we then found ourselves in a 1v1 situation. The other player panicked and kicked the ball hoping that it would reach one of her teammates on the other side of the field. Soon after her foot made contact with the ball, I was on the floor I had been hit in the face with the soccer ball. I soon came to realize that I blacked out for a short period of time. My coach ran out on to the field to help me off the field, after that I wasn't aloud to finish the game
As I was growing up I always had a personal goal to play sports. My parents never had the extra money for it though. Despite the lack of money, it never stopped me from trying to pursue my goal. One year, when I was in the 7th grade the answer was finally yes! The joy I felt when I heard that three letter word was the same joy of opening presents on Christmas morning. The road to my goal was beginning to become visible.
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.
I played a lot of sports growing up, but my main focus was soccer. My mother had put me in soccer when I was around three because I had too much energy, and I don't think she thought soccer was going to be such a big part of my life. I was never really a shy person growing up and I think soccer was a big part of that because I was always around a lot of other people. Also through soccer I had also learned what it meant to be a part of a team and learned how to communicate and work with others. I played soccer in a club league and I also played in middle school and high school. During my club season I had met a lot of girls who were worried about college recruitment. I had never really thought about playing college soccer before until this point.
We took the field in the second half. We won the face off this time. We went down the field, shot the ball, and the goalie saved it. He threw the ball up to his forward right in front of me, and I stepped up and hit the kid to prevent him from getting the pass and scoring. When I hit him, he fell straight to the ground and I couldn’t see where the ball was. It bounced and went in the net. I was so embarrassed at that point.
This season wasn't just any season though. We had a new coach, and we were also playing competitive soccer. What was competitive soccer? Well it's a lot different than our normal soccer. Instead of playing the local teams, such as Delta, Cederedge, and Grand Junction, we got to play in huge tournaments and against teams far away from here. The game was also a lot more intense; I remember the first game, against Glenwood's team. It was totally different than anything I have seen, we were getting to play at a college, and against a soon-to-be known rough team. We had started the game, and man these guys were violent. We started to retaliate big time, and my friend's dad was the center referee, John is his name. I sure would have hated to be in his shoe, that's for sure. It didn't even phase me how crazy soccer was this year until one of the Glenwood players spit at our coach's feet, and got tossed from the game.
Sometimes small silly things can impact an individual positively or negatively forever. That is exactly what happened to my family. I happened around December, and lucky for us it was something that united us as a family, when i decided to register for soccer team . This simple decision was taken because i wanted to try something new and also I wanted something to do for i couldnt get bored. BUt slowly this hobby turned into something very important for me and my family. Also I remember very clearly the day I had the sudden spark of inspiration to take part in a soccer team. It all started when i was sitting down on the sideline like a sack of potatoes watching my younger cousin run from goal to goal chasing the soccer ball. That was their
“D-D-Do you want all three balls?” I stuttered, you could almost hear my fear and nervousness gushing out of my words. However, my opponent didn’t seem to care that she had called the line judge. Afterwards, when the line judge came in we explained the situation, I got the point because he had explained us that if the ball is on my side of the court then it was my call whether the ball was in or out. Even though I won the point I didn’t feel as though I had won anything. We resumed the match, but I had become afraid because I knew little back then about the line judge’s limits were. I became so nervous that I started making unforced errors, unforced errors are when you lost the point because you had made a mistake like you hit the ball out of the boundary lines. Me making unforced errors were due to my lack of focus and that lack of focus came from my emotions getting the best of
When I refereed soccer in high school, I made a call that a coach didn’t like. This was a PreK soccer game and I was surprised by the reaction of the coach. The coach yelled at me and used some profanity. I calmly told him that the call was in the rule book. When he continued, I went and got my supervisor and asked for help with the matter. My supervisor stepped in and the coach apologized.