...Personal Narrative My blue soccer cleats gleamed in the sun as they pounded the grass down. We were warming up at tryouts, eager to see who was going to make the Texas Spurs 2015-2016 team. I didn’t know why I was at tryouts. I didn’t want to be at tryouts, that’s for sure. After my FC Dallas coach cut me, I felt shattered, and I had decided that I didn’t want to play soccer anymore. My dad persuaded me to find the courage to go to the Texas Spurs’ tryouts. After all, they needed a defender to join their team. It took a lot of fighting, but eventually I gave in and agreed to give them a chance. My heart was beating as fast as a race car, trying to win the World Cup. As we walked onto the field, my nerves were overflowing. I felt as if everyone’s eyes were burning into my back....
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...Soccer is a sport that, well, everyone can play it! Usually sports like basketball or football needs certain people like, Tall people, Strong people, Buff people, and Fast people, but soccer can have all this people including smaller people. That’s why it’s my favorite sport, and it could be everyone’s too. People think that soccer is all about kicking a ball into a goal but its way more than that. It’s all about teamwork and working together to do this very little thing but you still have to remember that you have to work together in order to do it. Soccer has different age units until 18. This makes it fair for people to go against each other because in these different age variety, the balls are bigger and smaller, the goals are bigger and...
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...This topic interests me because soccer is my favorite sport, so soccer is my passion. So i like to watch all the games in fifa because i like to keep up with the teams and check out the competition. My team is U.S., and so far their in the top of group D with 4 points. The last time U.S. won fifa women's world cup was 1999, so its been a while, but i have a lot of faith that they will do really good and win this years women's world cup. The US is trying to make up for the loss in 2011 world cup from germany. So they have more determination than any other team. I think US will win this year because they have great forwards that love to shot the ball and score, and they have a great keeper(Hope Solo). Personally i think she is the best goalkeeper...
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...It was Friday night on the field and I was playing football. Where at the Palm Desert soccer park. There were a lot of fields, it is also a great park for kids. It was about 6:00 p.m so it was nice weather and the sun was barely out. That was the first time this season we were on field one. I was hoping we were going to play well this game. We always did good though, because we had one of the best players in the league on our team. We were winning by some points, I don't remember for sure. It was my second season playing football. I was an okay player on all my teams. The plays that we were doing were not so complex, unlike the NFL’s plays. Since they were so easy, I understood them well. This was the play when I caught the ball in the endzone. We ran halfway down the field to the end zone while I was one of the players who ran all the way to the end zone. There were so many smells like the green grass, the sweat on our team and the other team....
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...It all started on a dark, cold, early Monday morning at the moist and cold soccer field for my first high school practice. Soccer was always my favorite sport even though I was better at other sports. Soccer was always more enjoyable because my teammates were so much fun to be around and it was physical, my favorite part. Both my mom and my sister always told me that you can never be too prepared for something challenging. The rest of my teammates had already started running months earlier and I haven't even ran a mile since eighth grade. I especially thought it was going to be easy when I found out that my coach was also my youth leader at church. He was super nice and never raised his voice or got frustrated. At this point in my life I thought...
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...After one day of soccer camp, I started towards my dad’s orange Ford. I took my phone out to see who had texted me while I was working hard during soccer camp. I was scrolling down and I saw a text message from Joe Cappadona that read, “Do you like roller coasters?” My immediate reply was, “Oh yeah, why?” Joe told me that he was going to Cedar Point in Ohio in a few weeks and wanted to know if I wanted to go. Of course I had to ask my parents if I could go before I told Joe I could go with him. As I was getting in the car, I told my dad what Joe had told me, and his reply was, “Mom and I will have to think about it.” I was stoked. I thought to myself, “This could be the first time I go out of the state without my parents.” Later that day, my parents and I went to my grandparent’s house for dinner. The food was delectable as usual, but that was not the part I was worried about. I knew they were going to excuse me from the dinner table and talk about me going or not going to Ohio with Joe. They called me back in, and as I anxiously sat down, my mom told me I could stay with Joe and his family at Cedar Point. Filled with joy, I took out my phone and told Joe I could go to Cedar Point....
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...high school, I had to make a decision about what sports I was going to play since it was harder to do all of them, therefore I chose soccer. Playing soccer has been a challenge because of some difficulties, but it has also taught me so much. When I was in Matamoros I wasn’t able to join a soccer team because our financial status, but I would play with my cousins and also I would watch the soccer games on TV. It has been a tradition for the family to get together when a main soccer game is going on, especially if the national team is going to play. Also for main tournaments like the champions, the Olympics, the world cup, between...
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...My soccer team A horror dream come to life It was 2015 in Oklahoma, Oklahoma city. We were in a game rounding up to a tie where we were 12 to 11. Our team were amazing but the other team came to a tie after an accident happened that could've been avoided. What happened was that the other team were playing all fair and stuff at the beginning but when we got at least 10 goals that's where stuff got interesting. The other team started playing rough were they would push us a lot trying to get the ball but didn’t succeed. So what the other team wanted to do is punch this kid who’s name was Richard, the best in our team and so they did, referee came and called foul as he went to Richard and saw a big bruise in his face but he was determined, he...
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...To me, being a team player is recognizing the full value and capabilities of each member of the team. I began to develop a mature understanding of this my Senior year of high school when I was I was co-captain of the Varsity soccer team. From the outside, the Wilson Memorial High School girls’ soccer team looked powerful and sound. Externally, we appeared to be a cohesive group, a successful group, even a happy group. But on the inside, we were weak, broken, and exclusive. Though we were successful as players on the field, we failed as teammates and supporters of each other. Increased intensity, comparison, and jealousy stole our collectiveness and joy. Playing more out of fear of the disapproval of others than pure love of the game, we suffered silently. And no one...
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...U-15 team camp will continue to play a major role in my life. I expected team camp to be a magical time, therefore, I would build new friendships and learn valuable skills to help my soccer career excel. However, it was a challenge to change my teammate's minds with a gorgeous goal. The soccer field was covered in dew, due to the mid-August humidity. As I sat down to stretch, I realized everyone was staring at me. I believed the glares were because I was new to the team. However, I neglected to realize what they truly meant. No one believed I deserved to play for such an elite team, as I was only an eighth grader and they were all about to start their journey to high school. This made my stomach turn and I began to go haywire. I knew they my...
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...“Life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it.” - Charles Swindoll. This was a difficult lesson for me to learn and I struggled a lot with making good decisions. About 2 years ago I was playing in a soccer tournament and my team had already won 2 of the 3 games we needed to win to go to the finals. We started our third game off well and we were up 2 to 1. It was the second half of the game and the other team was starting to get nervous. Their goalie punted the ball down the middle of the field and a girl from the other team ran onto it. I was playing defense so I went to get the ball from her, I missed and our legs collided. She was knocked to the ground. As I was turning around to prepare for the free kick they had received,...
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...you have to put in. An area I believe that I am literate in is soccer. In my 18 years alive, I have put in countless hours, shed tears of both anguish and joy, persevered through the toughest times, and have been recognized for my achievements. In the process to obtaining literacy, passion is the driving force that ignites a reason to become literate in an area. Without a purpose, there is no reason to obtain any goal, let alone to become proficient and literate. Hard work and dedication are the forces that...
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...I was sprinting down the wing, I hit the ball off the wall and went past the person that was blocking my path. I was one on one with the goalie and I slotted it easily past him in the bottom right corner. Or at least that’s what I thought would happen when I signed up to be on my first indoor soccer team. It was the beginning of my freshman year and I wanted to play on a soccer team since I have been following the sport for a few years, and have been playing it on my own time. I was invited to play from one of my friends, I was nervous, but I decided to play. A couple hours before my first match I thought how well I would do. Got with my team and started we to warm up and talk about tactics. Then something turned for the worst, my 5’2...
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...Growing up, I dedicated at least six to twelve hours a week to soccer. From personal training, to practices, camps, tryouts, games, and tournaments, the sport consumed my life. I unconsciously developed an unhealthy obsession with the sport and as a result, my perspective on life was very limited; soccer was the only thing that mattered in life. It interrupted the relationship I had with God, my family, and my friends. Although I could not tell at the time, the sport that I loved so much was negatively affecting almost every other aspect of my life. January 11, 2015 will be a day that I remember for the rest of my life; the day I tore my ACL and meniscus. I was devastated as I watched my dreams fall apart. It tore me apart physically, mentally, and emotionally. The only life I had ever known was being taken away from me. I had to wait over a month and a half to have surgery. The muscle in my leg began to deteriorate, and the last bit of hope that I was holding onto did the same....
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...Four years ago, Their was a big soccer event; However, It's was a chance to play for a club in mexico. When I was young it really didn't matter nothing in life and I was thinking it's gonna happen all my dream are coming true but what made it easier was the field the wind the smell of cut grass going thru my nose while I was chasing the ball and trying make my dream come true and some peoples are not going feel the same passion for this game what made me different. Although I was leaving my family who supporting me in all my game when i needed them the most and friend that I grew up with and play soccer with my teammates and so their is nothing to lose if I don't risk it. I do my best to get something I want in my life, So i took a try out over in mexico and that wind that made me recognize that same wind blowing and smell of the grass, But what made a hard decision was leaving everything behind in united...
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