Over the weekend I had a huge Soccer Tournament in Grey. We had two games on Saturday and one game Sunday. In the first game we played a Cumberland club team and beat them 2-0. In our second game we played Westbrook and won 5-0. So at the end of the day we were 2-0 and in first for our bracket, but winslow was also 2-0. Going into Sunday we had to beat South Portland by two goals and not let them score. We ended up tying them 3-3 and we got eliminated because Winslow beat Westbrook 4-0.…
It had been a long and tough game. The sun was beating down on us and we were all tired when all of a sudden the game’s time limit ran out. We were all tense because no one knew the score. The ref said that the game was tied. We all exhaled. We hadn't even realized we were holding our breaths. That meant we all had to do PKs (Penalty kicks) until one team won.…
"France has lost the battle. But France has not lost the war."- Charles de Gaulle. That is a quote I go by as I stand here at the Soccer Academy. I have a memory that really has affected me. That one really embarrassing moment. I have lost my soccer game eleven to four. Those numbers affect the way I play now even though it was about a month ago.…
When I was ten years old I tried out for my local travel soccer team. I did not expect to make it, but by some stroke of luck I did. I started playing and it was not what I was expecting. In the past I averaged a hat trick every game, but travel soccer was a lot different. I started playing defense, but that might be an overstatement, because I did not get a whole lot of minutes. I knew that if I wanted to play more I was going to have to put in more work outside of practice. I started practicing everyday switching from running, to foot skills, to agility training. I probably spent more time complaining about it and there were a few time that my parents had to push me to practice, but I knew that I had to put in the work.…
all the pieces have to work together to stay in tact, we all have a special part and we need each other to survive.…
ADD A BEGINNING Soccer was everything to me. I would go to my Mom and Dad and say “Lets go play soccer!” Add more right here. My dream was to go to OU and be on the women's soccer team. Little did I know that was all going to change.…
Boom! The hit of the pads on that field whether its Friday night, Saturday morning, or Sunday afternoon its always the right time to throw on the pads and play and/or watch the amazing sport of football.…
It was a frigid, windy, Friday night in October. The only light was the bright and beaming illumination of the stadium lights projecting over the soccer field. The bleachers were full, it seemed as if the whole school was there, and as a freshman with anxiety, it made it hard to cope with the fact, that I was going to be a starter for the varsity soccer team.…
I had to deal with disappointment from teammates, coaches, parents, and, above all, myself. On the first day of tryouts my freshman year of highschool, I was kindly hypothesized to possess “potential”. I was horrified. Potential was the label given to those who stood on the brink of mediocrity; those who walked the terribly broad line of “nothing special.” I was painfully average. After being praised for my talents throughout the course of my entire soccer career, you can imagine my surprise and disappointment upon hearing the mortifying pronouncement of my amateurity. I didn’t know it at the time, but my coach did me a huge favor with his frankness. I realized that not everything in life would be handed to me on a silver platter. In fact, most of it would not. I had to prove myself worthy, not only to my coach, but to myself as well. Through my extra workout and practice sessions, I developed determination and a tireless work ethic that I apply to every facet of my life. I’ve learned how to take criticism and losses and transfigure them into improvements and…
It’s game day, and the first time in twenty-three years that we might be able to defeat out school rivals, Turpin. But something didn’t feel like it should, after all it was the biggest day our team’s season. We had immense confidence in ourselves, being the higher raked state team, we expected to win this game then make a large tournament run. Little did we know that the rest of our season relied heavily on this game. Winning or losing this game would not end our season physically, but would emotionally ruin us, ultimately ending our season. The game began with a pleasant, almost soothing blow of the whistle and ended with the blood-curtailing screech of the referee’s dagger, sending shivers down my spin. The roar of our crowd stopped and…
I have been involved with soccer since the age of three and I grew up loving the game. There was at one point that I was doing great things with my soccer career and I was at my highest peak but it all came down hill while I was at practice and I ended up getting injured.…
My passion is soccer which I have played soccer since I was 5. I was put in soccer because my mom and my dad were athletic and played many sports as a child. I was very active always running around so soccer was a good way to get my energy out. As I got older, I continued to play because I found it fun and it was nice to meet new people but I never truly felt the love for soccer until I was eight. I was on a team called, Too Hot to Handle with Coach Kakimoto.…
Starting soccer when I was only five years old was challenging because of my October birthday I had to play with all the six year olds. My parents had put me in soccer because I was a young boy filled with too much energy. After playing soccer for about a year I decided I wanted to do more, I loved the sport. I started playing club soccer when I was 7 years old, playing for under the wing of Charley Amblo. This was a training team only, it was not till I was nine that I was started playing for a travel team. This was the beginning of where I learned my leadership, time management, and teamwork dynamics.…
My bedroom full of soccer shows how soccer is such an international sport, and how different locations play and watch the game differently. My bedroom is large, and with the empty space that I have, I play soccer with a small ball. The ball, orange, Adidas, size one and from the club the Houston Dynamos, I received as a gift from my mom. She bought it when she was in Houston, Texas during an intense rivalry game against FC Dallas. While she was in Texas, she was surprised by how energetic the city was about the match and how different the city perceives soccer from D.C. There is no specific place where the ball stays, wherever I last use it is where I find it. To the left of my door are all of my trophies and medals. They stand place, perfectly…
It all started in June when High school summer conditioning began. It was challenging because all the players wanted to prove something. As the weeks of summer went by, the conditioning got harder. In the final week, I suffered a terrible accident. I was defending the ball and then out the corner of my eye I saw a big muscular boy flying in the air, pushed me so hard and I fall like a crashing plane, "ROLLING and ROLLING and ROLLING" and finally BOOOM. Blank.... I was unable to hear anything or speak anything ,all I can see is random lights flashing one after another. I felt like my right leg was being squeezed like lemon. After I regained my consciousness I decided to quit the game because sometimes things can get real ugly. I think no athlete wants to end his career on an injury but I did. I would rather sit in the class than to play soccer. Months…