The Beginning of My First Soccer Practice I arrived at my first soccer practice and all I could see was the fresh green grass that filled the soccer field. It was around the time of fall and the wind was softly blowing all around me. The trees were spiraling like tumbleweeds in the foggy air and all my face could show was the expression of fright. There were other players that just started to show up as well. They all looked like they were there to work and I did not know the name of any of them. Not to mention, I have not even stepped out of the car yet. All I was doing was second guessing myself, but there was a part of me that was questioning if I should have went back home. I knew that my teammates would not bite, but at that age, it felt as if everyone was judging me. Even if nobody knew who I was yet, I still did not have a comforting feeling in my mind. Even so, I realized that I had to make a notable first impression on my new teammates. For many years, I had wanted to join a sport. Countless times I was told that I was too young to join any sport and that made me scared to join anything. So when I got the opportunity to join soccer, I did not …show more content…
I had been kicking the soccer ball towards the field and then I had suddenly come to a complete halt. It was a strange moment, but I knew I had to take it in with all my senses. First, I took and breath in and smelt the cold, chilling wind. Then, I tasted the fresh, invigorating air. Next, I picked up my now wet ball, and I smiled at the reflection it gave me. After that, I put the ball down and I looked up to see the players all gathering towards the coach. All I can remember is the feeling of excitement rushing through my body as I started to run towards everyone else. While I was running, I started to wonder the following questions. Is it alright to be this happy? Should I wait to smile? Are my new teammates going to judge me for being too
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.
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 first day of practice I disregarded the stares. As the season went on, though, I started to feel out of place, like an outsider.
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
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.
In the summer of freshman year I was asked to join a team that was mediocre in skill. I then accepted to play in October of my sophomore year. I then joined a club called AZ Hammers coach by Rafa, coach Rafa is one of the coaches that has been with me threw out my whole soccer career. The Hammers team wasn't very good but we made the best of what we had. We were a team of players that didn't really know each other very well but we all wanted the same thing, we all wanted to prove that we can come together and win. Half way into the season we went to a tournament called kick for the cure, we were doing well enough to put us into the championship game. Our game was to
The bright lights illuminated down on the tore up soccer field. The scent of sweat filled the air, with the loud cheer of parents in the background. The scoreboard read 2-1, and the game was over. After a grueling 90 minutes of playing, the game had been decided by a single goal; a goal that had not gone my team's way. For me, it meant the end of my season, but for some of my teammates, it had a heavier impact.
I had to keep my grades up, and beg my parents constantly. Providing reasons why soccer would be worth the extra money. I would be learning life skills such as dedication and perseverance as well as the skills of the game. The day came for my first practice. It was challenging for sure, but worth every second. From the very first practice to the very last one, I always had to be very persistent. I went to every practice and game because I was willing to miss an opportunity to get better. I made sure to be persistent in everything I was doing. I always tried my best, even when it was hard. I was never going to give up! The gravel road was being updated to
Growing up, the face of my refrigerator told a story. It was covered in sports pictures, drawings, and good report cards. It was the who’s- who of the house with detailed information about upcoming soccer tryouts, reminders of the early-out on Wednesday, and a checklist of items to grab at the grocery store. Most importantly, were the hand drawn masterpieces that hung from sparkly magnets.
Finally, I’m home after a full week of tryouts. One full week of hard work and lots of soreness. I just sat in front of the computer screen. I had dinner there and watched T.V from there. I was just waiting the moment for coach to put up the numbers of the people who had made the team online. I was nervous but confident, I felt that I tried my best and gave it all I could and actually felt like coach liked me. Especially because after the last session he said, “Great job. I see your passing and shooting are really good and I like that.” When I heard those words come out of his mouth I felt that I had automatically made the soccer squad.
All season I sat on the sideline just like 5th grade except this time I wasn't so patient. I would go home upset and angry after every game. And my dad and I would go out in the yard and practice all the time but it seemed like nothing was changing, for this year that is. As every season wwent by i was faced with more coaches to please and improvments to make, The next season of soccer started off not so great, I played a little but not as much as would hope so again I found myself doing extra practice so I could play more. But this time it payed off and I didnt just play a lot, I began to be a regular starter.
When the time finally came and I was invited to play with them, the very sight of the field represented an acceptance into a new crowd of people and a promise of adventure. The soccer pitch itself was a beautiful piece of scenery. A bright yellow sun shone brilliantly over the entire emerald expanse which was parallel to a sparkling bay. The combination of the salty smell of the air and the constant, cooling breeze constituted to the luster of the field.
My coach pulled me aside to talk to me about it. He asked me” what was going on because this wasn't me?” I told him the truth and told him “I am very nervous” he politely said “That is normal, but there is no reason to worry. Do you and you will be fine!
My narrative story is about my experience in soccer. This sport is my favorite out of all of them. It is a sport where you can show off your skills and it is easy to play. The reason I play soccer is because my dad inspired me to play this sport. I am very thankful to play this sport.
I started playing soccer in my sophomore year in high school. Prior to playing in high school, I have never played soccer or even gave it much interest. During my practices, I became more familiar with the game. I started to work really hard at improving my skills. Before I knew it, I was starting varsity and took the spot from a senior who was playing all his life. Since then, I have feel in love with soccer. I now play indoor, outdoor, and futsal soccer five times a week.