Greatest Soccer Player
I COULD HAVE BEEN THE GREATEST SOCCER PLAYER
I remember that night; I was ten years old watching Jason Roberts score the winning goal in the state championship game, and right, then I knew I wanted to be a professional soccer player. I was in blue jeans, slippers, and a t-shirt, sitting on the bleachers kicking my feet back and forth in total excitement. All I heard was “ooooh’s” and “aaaah’s” from the spectators cheering there team on. I looked up at my mother and said “Mom, I am going to be the greatest soccer player”. People from all different places and different genders play soccer. Soccer has become an inspirational sport for all youth soccer players. A professional soccer player can have an impact on the people he or she is surrounded by.
It began on a hot and humid day as I wore my soccer uniform waiting for my game to start. I was playing in the Mililani Town red dirt, which is so rich like clay that the very touch of any dirt would stain your clothes forever. As I played with other young kids, I was bitten by an army of red ants on my right hand that began to swell enormously. I cried all the way to field where we were warming up for our game. My shoes squeezed tight around my tiny little feet which began to pulsate rapidly. As soon as the whistle blew I peddled my little feet across the field with integrity to win the ball and score. In the distance, I could hear the crowd screaming as I came out of winning the ball from a group of us. I dribbled the ball furiously to the goal and scored my seventh goal only to realize that goal was the wrong goal.
Since that game, I began religiously practicing my soccer on a level that far exceeded my expectations. My skills were rapidly growing as my body grew physically. I began playing in leagues that were itching to get me on their team. Everyone knew, my mother wasn’t going to
let that happen as she was my coach. My mother being the regional commissioner for the association we had the best teams which led
I remember that night; I was ten years old watching Jason Roberts score the winning goal in the state championship game, and right, then I knew I wanted to be a professional soccer player. I was in blue jeans, slippers, and a t-shirt, sitting on the bleachers kicking my feet back and forth in total excitement. All I heard was “ooooh’s” and “aaaah’s” from the spectators cheering there team on. I looked up at my mother and said “Mom, I am going to be the greatest soccer player”. People from all different places and different genders play soccer. Soccer has become an inspirational sport for all youth soccer players. A professional soccer player can have an impact on the people he or she is surrounded by.
It began on a hot and humid day as I wore my soccer uniform waiting for my game to start. I was playing in the Mililani Town red dirt, which is so rich like clay that the very touch of any dirt would stain your clothes forever. As I played with other young kids, I was bitten by an army of red ants on my right hand that began to swell enormously. I cried all the way to field where we were warming up for our game. My shoes squeezed tight around my tiny little feet which began to pulsate rapidly. As soon as the whistle blew I peddled my little feet across the field with integrity to win the ball and score. In the distance, I could hear the crowd screaming as I came out of winning the ball from a group of us. I dribbled the ball furiously to the goal and scored my seventh goal only to realize that goal was the wrong goal.
Since that game, I began religiously practicing my soccer on a level that far exceeded my expectations. My skills were rapidly growing as my body grew physically. I began playing in leagues that were itching to get me on their team. Everyone knew, my mother wasn’t going to
let that happen as she was my coach. My mother being the regional commissioner for the association we had the best teams which led