“Get up Jeff, it’s time for soccer practice,” my mom ordered. “But I just got home from basketball,” I whined, trying to make her feel sorry for me and let me skip soccer. “Jeff, get up,” my mom commanded, with her tone of voice starting to get angry. Although she was short and thin, I was still a bit scared of her. “No,” I refused. “Should I call your father?” my mom baited, knowing I would not want to talk to my father about not going to soccer. He was big and tall, unlike my mom, so I didn’t want to get in an argument with him. “Fine, I’m coming,” I said defeatedly.
As we drove to practice, we passed by the amphitheatre, where kids were going to drama classes. Secretly, I kind of wanted to go to that class instead of playing sports.
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I began to run to everyone and when I reached them, Coach Fred was glaring at me. “Go warm up with the rest of the team, and don’t ever come this late to practice again or else you’ll be in big trouble,” Coach Fred warned very angrily. “Ok, I’m sorry,” I …show more content…
I played striker and after about 10 minutes, I received a beautiful pass from Charlie and I found myself in front of a wide open goal. And I blasted it over the crossbar. “WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING JEFF!” Coach Fred hollered. I took a quick glance at him and I immediately put my head down. “Sorry,” I peeped. He responded by glaring at me. Then, throughout the whole scrimmage, I miscontrolled easy passes and when I did control a pass, I either played a pass to the other team or dwelled on the ball for too long and gave it up. After practice, when I was leaving, my coach motioned for me to come to him, his face already turning red. I walked to him while almost shivering in fear. And then, it came. His face was a rosy red and I could already see spit gurgling out of his mouth. “THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE, WHAT I’VE SEEN HERE FROM YOU, AND YOU SHOULD BE HAPPY IF YOU EVEN FIND YOURSELF ON THE TEAM, FORGET ABOUT PLAYING!” And this went on for about 10 minutes.
When he finally let me go and I got into the car, my mom asked “What took you so long?”. “Oh nothing, coach just wanted to talk to me about the direction of my hips when I passed the ball,” I responded. “Ok, as long as it has to do with soccer, it’s fine with me,” she replied. I immediately went in the shower when I got home, knowing my dad would yell at me for bringing my stink all around the house. In the shower, I thought to myself “should I really keep playing
I had eaten great all day and I was ready for hell. I got there and didn’t realize there were 100 kid trying out for 2 teams. Mikey and I started off by doing line drills and I wasn’t the best but I was doing what coach had asked everyone to do. I was the only one giving it 110%. Then long field passes were next. Again this was all new to me and I was just going with it. Thirty minutes into practice I felt a bump on my shoulder. It was coach Haven. He asked me, “Hey La Garsssa how long have you been playing lacrosse for? I responded with “oh you know 30mi…. he was shocked and wasn’t ready for the response. I did have great ball handling skills and I was working my ass
“Hello my name is Coach Ventura but you can call me Ace. So, we will be doing some drills for the next 3 days to a--.” My face broke out in red and I was speechless. I thought that there was only one day of tryouts. I calmed my nerves and gained back my composure. I refocused my hearing on the coach when she was in the middle of saying,” …--a number and go to your group.” I didn’t know the first part, but I joined into what everyone else was doing which was getting a duct tape number on the back of our shirts to determine what group we started out in and rotated to. As the tryouts went on I was feeling more
My team and I were warming up and shooting pucks. My friends and I were messing around while we were warming up. After about 5 minutes my coach blew the whistle, tweet! So then we all went over to the coach, and he told us all the drills we were going to do today. We were going to have to do six drills for 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.
I didn’t care I still tried out. The cheers they had us do were easy the jumps were jumps I was doing in first grade. I made the team. I was happy even though deep down I was upset that I could be on the worst team in history. So as I started on the team, I soon realized that my idiot brother had no idea what he was talking about and it was a good team. I wanted to go back to my old coach so that I could learn how to do a back hand spring because everywhere I went I just couldn’t get myself to do it. Some coaches told me that it might be because I don’t trust them enough to do it. So I had a private class with her before her normal cheer practices. We were working on my round offs and cart wheels when she walked away to go answer her phone I went for my round off and didn’t land right and fell because it felt like my knee gave out. I got up and kept trying. When it was time for her teams to practice I was sitting on the floor in pain doing stretches with the girls thinking maybe if I just stretch it out itll feel better it didn’t I ignored it for a while till I went home and took my shoes off my foot swelled up like a balloon. I could barely walk
The first practice hit you hard we started off with sprints and that was awful people throwing up all around me and I can’t catch my breath but you keep pushing it. I think that was the turning point for me I knew that a lot of people looked at me like small kid that shouldn’t play but after beating them in sprints they saw I was not going to give up. Later on that season it was our 4 game in the season we were going up against Carbondale and we are only up by 6 on defense one of our players go down. I just got off the field on offense they said we need someone I ran to them said I will go in they gave me the nod. When I got on the field it was strange because I never played defense at the time I was just thinking just hit the kid with the ball and you will do fine. The ball snapped so I started back peddling and watching the line men to see if they fire off the line if so it was a run if they backed peddled it was a pass. They fired off the line it was a run so my next thought was where but at soon I was thinking that I saw the running back was coming my way so pushed the receiver off me so it was just me and him. It happen so fast the guy and try to make cut outside but I manage to stick my foot in the ground change direction to tackle him. When I looked up at the time
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
I said yes and then he invited me to play with them in the club. I was very excited about joining a well know club in town and playing football with my friends. The next day I woke up and got ready 1 hour before I was supposed to because I was overexcited and a little nervous. Then I took my MP3 player out and started listening to rock music to calm myself from being way too nervous. Then me, my best friend and some of my other close friends jogged to the ground so that we would be warmed up and ready for the game. Then we started playing and I got very nervous at first and played badly but later on played good and scored 2 goals. I was satisfied with my performance but thought I could have done much better. I started wondering what my coach thought of my performance. Then I heard someone calling my name from the
During tryouts, I boasted about how confident and poised I was, only to find out that none of that mattered once the results rested purely in the hands of the coaching staff. Likewise, we found a new coach, therefore dismissing every word of comfort my past coach spoke to me. During the ride back home, I became sick to my stomach, regretting almost every word I uttered during and before tryouts. No longer confident, I trembled in my nervousness. By the time I made it home various players received phone calls from the coach saying they made the team. To add to my uneasiness, I stumbled upon a rumor that the coach posted the roster on the front of the club’s
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.
October 25th, the day of the 2014 Beach District Cheerleading Competition and our chance to go to Regionals. I woke up that morning with a knot in my stomach because I knew our time had come. We worked so hard those past three months to perfect our routine; we knew we were ready to win. As we were in the waiting area for our team to get called, my heart was pounding in fear and excitement. While watching the other teams on the projector, which I would prefer not to do. In a cheerleading competition I worry if the performing team is perfect, because the competition is more serious. Just my luck, it's our turn to warm-up. At that point, I'm terrified, my body became numb. I hate when my body does that because I feel as if I would pass out. Our
Brain accompanies the two of us. Brian doesn't in fact live with my father and I. He acts as my father’s son. After a brief walk from the field to our flat, coach asks me, "What would you like for dinner?" "I'm not hungry," I mutter.
Sikeston girl athletes are not normally recognized for being outstanding in sports for our area. Out of all girls sports at Sikeston High School, the title of District Champions has been received only four times in history and none of them have been in girls soccer. Before this past season, girls soccer was hardly even considered a sport. Really, it was much more. Playing high school soccer taught me essential qualities that I'll need for the next chapter of my life.
I pull into school and I see that no one is parked in my spot. Good, that’s the way things are supposed to be. As I get out of my car Luke comes over to walk with me into school. He’s done it ever since we started dating.
The play was "Red 334"which is a run to our halfback, me, out of our dive series. I crouched over the ball as I jetted past the quarterback and ran the play so we could observe the changes we needed to make. I let out a sigh of relief because we were finished with the most dreaded part of practice; well, only until someone complained about not knowing their job on one of our pass plays. Coach Nelson undoubtedly decided we needed to run through the final pass play before we perfected our defense. The play was quietly called in the huddle with intentions of getting it right. I ran the play through my mind while I tried to remember what the snap count was and what I was supposed to do for that play. The ball was snapped and I jolted to the left of our team's quarterback to set up his backside protection. Out of my peripheral vision, I noticed the defensive end raging toward the quarterback. I intensely stepped into him while lowering my body and exploded through his shoulder pads sending him stumbling into the line's pass protection.