Descriptive Essay On A Soccer Game

One lovely afternoon I was at my indoor soccer game. I was in an indoor league with some of my friends and we were tearing every team we played. That day we were going to play against an academy team, which have very good players.I had arrived about two minutes before the game. I was pretty late because I had gone to go eat before with my brother. So because of that I didn’t start and I wasn’t warmed up either. Nathan, my coach was like “Hey man did you go sew your clothes?,” in a jokingly was because I was late. The game had begun now and it was already intense. It was back to back If I do say so. The first half was an exciting one as it was all tied up two to two. I had played about half of the half. Now came the second half, and later on I went on the pitch. Some kid and I jumped up into the air to win the ball. We both did, and when I fell down, I guess I landed on my hand the wrong way. I felt a sudden pain on my hand. My wrist was all jacked up. It was horrendous as I looked down at my hair in shock as It looked like the top of mountains.I couldn’t feel my hand, It hurt quite a lot when i attempted to move it. My teammates, the opponents, my coach, the referee, and my brother all gathered around me to see what had happened. I wasn’t crying or anything but I sure wanted to. Actually I really did haha. My brother questioned “ oh dang man, you good?,” and well I just looked at him in pain, I didn’t know what to say. When the ambulance arrived at the

My eyes flutter open to my alarm clock, which is sounding off the noise that tells me it is time to get ready. I jump out of bed, forgetting the ridiculously early time. I throw on my uniform, toss my hair up into a ponytail, and hurry down the stairs to get my water bottle ready. My stomach is in knots and my heart is racing. I force myself to take a few bites of an apple, but thats all I can stomach at the moment. My dad ready to go every Saturday, no matter the time. He has been at every soccer game since I was five years old. When we arrive at the field I run over to my coach, eager to start the game. The air is crisp and cool as it blows across my face. The grass glistens with early morning dew. As I run arose the field, I think there

Soccer is a popular sport played all over the world. Even though it has only been popular in the United States for the past 30 years, soccer has been a long time favorite most everywhere else. The sport dates back to the Egyptians, who played games involving the kicking of a ball. Now, the sport has grown to a global pastime, including men’s and women’s teams, and the World Cup (which is played every four years).

Finally, the game starts and the ball starts moving. I had no idea what I was going to do, when all of a sudden I felt the ball at my feet. I knew this was my only chance because the goal was wide open so I shot with all my might and the crowd

Time to make the trek to another soccer game that is three hours away. Heading down the highway, I dose off and enter the world that is ever changing. I awaken to the sounds of screeching brakes and a current of wind that passes across my face. We have arrived at the field. Fast-forward, it's getting closer to game time and little do I know I'm about to play every position in the next ninety minutes.

[2] The whole car ride home my stomach had butterflies because I knew we had to win.We pretty much already knew that we were going to play against are rivals. Our rivals have beaten every team in the league but us so we wanted to make them lose to us.The other kids on my team weren't that nervous because they already had played this team.The reason this was such a big game was because this is where all the coaches come together to watch the best two team go head to head. This game meant a lot to us because if we played well we could get invited to a academy team.The academy team is a team were the best players play and the best coaches coach.Many players such as messi, ronaldo , david beckham came these teams. Every day we got to practice everyone tried so hard and wanted to get better leading up to this game. Our coach had no

As we approach the field that’s when the whispers start from the team. The bus comes to a screeching halt. We walk off the bus still in silence. As we walk towards the field, we see the other team. They were bigger than us, stronger than us, their team had more players than what we had, but that didn’t matter to me. We take 15 minutes to warm up before the game making sure get our blood flowing and getting rid of any nerves that we had. The sunny summer sky,

After being at my house for whoever knows how long waiting for one of our friends, Sam, to get there so he could go to our game, we were finally ready to go at 9 am. As we were approaching Centerville I kept thinking to myself everything that could go wrong like not moving enough and they could score. But I quickly dismissed those thoughts as soon as my mom was telling me to look up directions because she didn’t know where to go. It took about 15 minutes to find the field because there was no street signs. We had finally made it there late, but we were still there and we ran up to the field seeing everyone in their starting positions.

Running into the gym with my team, knowing it was my last middle school basketball game, but first championship game I felt elated and truly blessed. My knees quivered with anticipation after seeing all the bleachers filled with people. After realizing even the press and other media was in attendance I grasped the moment like a newly elected president at his inauguration. I am warming up doing basketball drills, when I began to look at the flags on the gym wall depicting the history of the basketball team. The years and dates of the last championship game, Historically a championship game had not been won since 2007 . The more I stared at the flags, the more it made me want to win this game and make history in this gym. As the crowd and cheerleaders start to chant, cheer and get loud, I started to feel more comfortable and rowdy more than I had ever felt in any other game that I’ve played. Waiting for the referee to blow the whistle for jumpall to start. I felt my fingertips tapping the side of my leg, which for some reason gives me a sign to myself that I am pumped up and ready to play!

People have always loved to play games. The human race has created hundreds of thousands of games to entertain themselves and to compete with one another. The most beloved games are those of physical sports. One of these sports, that has become a worldwide phenomenon, is the game soccer. The entire world gathers every four years to send out their best team, and to see which country is the ultimate champion. To play the game of soccer, there needs to be referees to ensure that the players are safe and are following the rules. Though this was once a highly respected position, in Virginia, working as a referee is no longer worth the time, due to a lack of respect, no support system, and the constant variations and changes to the rules.

Soccer. When most people think about an "outdoor adventure", this is probably not the type of sport that pops up in their heads. It is a worldwide sport which requires practitioners with strong psyche and well trained bodies. Furthermore, a positive attitude, endurance, and fighting spirit are important characters to show if you want to survive within the world of soccer. This is not only about a sport; it is about a lifestyle. It is not only about kicking a ball from one side of a field to another, it is about creating a bond between people.

“Call 911! Someone? Anyone? Please call 911!” Those were the last words I remember hearing on that hot, April day. The blazing sun was at its peak position at high noon and was striking down on my already beat red face. The dry, wilted grass lay under a freshly painted soccer field. This field was to be an immensely important and life changing symbol for my team and I, as we fought for our first place trophy and a state championship. As the starting whistle blew, the game quickly spiraled into a belligerent battle. Players went head to head, scoring goals one after the other until the score was tied 5-5. Bone-tired, the clock ticked closer and closer to half time.

“Let’s try to win”, spoke Kayden as the team ran to the soccer area. First of all, I continued to be the goalie and they started the game with a fierce kick. However, they mostly kept the ball zooming out in the field area. Four times we scored in their goalie box. After that, the ball was kicked passed the goalie box I was guarding and by the basketball courts.

The wind blew against me. My black and white jersey glued tightly against my skin. I could feel the eyes of every single one of my team members, the opposing team and the crowd attentive towards me. I took another step back, feeling the sharp spikes of my new cleats sinking into the mushy grass. The cold air blowing against my bare arms, giving me goosebumps. I look at the distance between the ball as I calculate each step. The ball rests calmly on the white painted dot on the pitch, seemingly oblivious of the wind, strikingly at odds with the rest of the violently swaying grass next to it. The whistle blows. The high shrill noise adding to the sound of the whistling wind. I take a deep breath, keep my equanimity and concentrate. My damp

It was a beautiful afternoon with sunshine and gentle breeze, I was in the Gold Coast to play soccer with my older brother’s team. Everything was going well. In the first half, our team was winning with 2-0 and all of them were scored by me, the striker. I felt like I was the hero of our team because our opponent was pretty strong. They played hardball and