Personal Narrative Essay: Why I Love Soccer

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I never knew what to expect when I was going to watch the games. Would there be goals? Would there be controversy? Would the team I wanted to win succeed? Would it be a close game fought down to the wire? I guess that’s why I love this time every four years. The anticipation of glory, the hope of victory, the unity that captures the world, the pride, the joy, and the agony all are a large part of the World Cup, and they were all a part of my summer. I remember watching the first game, I was in the living room of my wife’s family house. I watched as the ball dropped and I knew it was going to be a memorable month of soccer. Two, three, and sometimes four games a day throughout the first stages, and I knew I would be travelling during the cup. At a pub in Florence I watched as the Netherlands won, Italy suffered a massive let down, and the United States lost to Germany, but advanced. In a trailer in Avila Beach I watch five or six games surrounded by family, on …show more content…

One place, in particular, was a favorite of my watching. It was in Florence, Italy. On our first day there, we happened to walk by as a game was starting with the Netherlands. We watched that game there with a bunch of fans of the Netherlands. We then returned the next night to watch as Italy played Uruguay, and the next night as the U.S. played Germany. Throughout those games it did not matter who you rooted for, we were all participants in the global spectacle. I felt myself getting bitter when Luis Suarez bit an Italian player and no penalty was called, amidst the yelling and screaming at Suarez, and the ref, though I never felt threatened. At that same place we watched the U.S. vs Germany and in a room full of Americans there was one Germany fan cheering for his country and no one said a mean word or threatened him in any way. We were all participants in the

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