Green grass splattered with tiny drops of rain, wrung from soft rain-clouds, tickle my sandaled feet as I walk across the field. Each step brings me closer and closer to the noise and excitement of the game but, even that isn't going to distract me. I imagine his face now, smiling at me. Absolute bliss wriggles its way like a worm into my stomach and suddenly I can't breathe. I almost laugh at myself for getting so flustered but then I remember that there's no time for that and my step counts continue – three... four....five..... It's cold and it seems that the cold air mirrors my thoughts, like a tiny hurricane of confusion. The sound of cheers and whoops pull me from my thoughts, allowing me to focus on the people standing on the sidelines. Clouds of white steam escape the mouths of the onlookers, I stop and stare at them all and I hesitate. The thought of going any further seems daunting but, then the whistle for the final try is blown and finally he comes into focus, like a camera capturing my thoughts. I see him clearly. His soft brown eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles and shrugs off compliments from his teammates like scoring the winning try is no big deal. So typical of him, brushing compliments off like crumbs. His teammates start to crowd around him, obscuring him from me. I nervously start to walk closer now, I tell myself keep going. A few steps away from him and I am greeted with the smell of sweat and muddy bodies. Our eyes meet over the top of his
The Vietnam War was a long and expensive war that dealt with North Vietnam and South Vietnam clashing out and seeing who comes out victorious; this war took place near a small little country near Southeast Asia. The 4 countries that bordered Vietnam are China, South Korea, Japan, and Indonesia. This country is only 7,000 miles away from Rahway and if you were to take a flight there it would take 20hrs.
Unconscious sexual drives are the most powerful behaviours of mankind. Libido, colloquially known as sex drive, drastically affects one’s thoughts and actions and leads to abnormal behavioural consequences. Guy de Maupassant’s “Was It a Dream?” is about a man who spends all his spare time mourning over his lover’s grave. The story reveals the adverse psychological relationship to sexuality, as the man’s actions are molded by his affection towards his lover. Hence, sexual drives lead to an unconscious mind and results in displacement of love as it is a powerful and pleasurable tool that all human beings desire.
He craved nothing more than beautifully cut green grass that was painted with the distinct white accent of a soccer field. As the eight-thirty start time began creeping upon the Impact Select team, the head coach, Mark Farmer, signaled the team to begin its warm-up. At eight-twenty five, Coach Mark called the team in to say its prayer and discuss pre-game strategy. The referee blew his whistle and the teams rushed onto the field, while each player arrived at his position. After a look at his watch, the referee began the game and immediately Rylan received the ball. With the shouts from his teammates, the parents, and both coaches, Rylan struck the ball and curled it into the top corner putting his team ahead one goal to zero. The crowd erupted simultaneously with cheers, while the Impact team congratulated on of its captains for his tie-breaking goal. Next to be on the score sheet was the second captain, Brendan. He used his speed to easily set up a scoring opportunity and calmly places the ball into the bottom corner of the net increasing his team’s lead to two to zero. Even the Impact team itself was impressed by their quality of play. They seemed to be passing so well it was almost like there was not another team on the field. Brendan received the ball and in similar fashion to his first goal closed the scoring of the game to three goals to zero. The referee then signaled the end of the ninety minute shut
We get off the bus at Oxford sometime later, and it feels like an entirely different world. We walk onto the brand new fields, and the shining, wet grass seems to gleam at us. We
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
The game of football is still in its infancy. The invention of the forward pass and its official adoption in 1906 is proof positive that fundamentally the game has room to advance. “By all accounts, the forward pass was the invention that saved the game of football after a great rugby player from Yale in the 1880s, Walter Camp, pioneered rules changes that slowly transformed rugby into the new game of American Football.” -Birth of Pro Football
Soccer. fast moving, strategy, competitive, I loved those aspects in the game. In the month of March, when all the soccer tryouts began, I decided to try out for an older team which was 2 years older-my brother's team- just for fun. I went out on the day of the trial and surprisingly, I made the team. Feeling as if I had won the million dollar lottery, filled with excitement, on the side with fear because there were boys who were enormous and strong on my team. The only reason they were bigger, because I was 2 years younger.
The late nights, under the lights, is such an amazing experience that I will never forget. So many different and exciting things happen on the soccer field. Through four years of playing, there were three different coaches, so many different players, two conference titles, one sectional championship, and so many records were broken. It is an amazing experience and if I could just have one more game with each of them, I would take it back in a heartbeat. The soccer field has a lot of history, personal value, and cultural significance to it. The high school soccer field is a cultural artifact, and it shows how teams work together, how some step up and become leaders, and how players leave a legacy.
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.
Living in the south you may frequently hear the saying “everything's bigger in Texas.” The food, teased hair, Whataburger sweet tea, but most importantly, football is one of the most intrinsic parts of the state. The dominating sport that makes America differ from the rest of the world is especially larger in Texas, but I had no idea how much I loved football until I went to an A&M game.
I know this may sound cliche or super basic and that is fine, but the topic of this essay is soccer. Soccer is a game played all over the country by all different kinds of people. It is the world’s game. This game includes a ball, two goals, and eleven players. Those are the facts but there is so much more to it than that. You need passion, drive, competitiveness, and most of all, love. This game triggers all of these things in me and that is the reason why I play it.
Most people believe soccer is nothing but just a game , but for me, it's more than a game it's a passion. Soccer involves hard work , dedication , and long hours out in the field. It takes hard work to be out in the field playing with a ball aggressively and with skills. Soccer is a sport where there is no giving up , in order to be successful, you need to practice intensely to get stronger and better every day. There's times where you want to give up, but you just can't you need to find some type of motivation to keep you going. My coach is the person who has made an impact in my life . By that it changed me in many different ways. He has been able to motivate me , support me , and not letting me fail.
When he walks into the arena, he instantly feels the thrill. The sport he loves to follow brings many feelings and sensations throughout his body. He scans his ticket at the gate and enters the lobby. He can smell beer and hot dogs, the classic rink food that is a staple in every concession stand. With a chill bubbly beverage in his left hand and the steamy, tinfoil wrapped hot dog in the other he makes his way to his seat. Sitting in his designated spot, he watches the players slice through the ice. His jeans protect him from the gelid metal bench, but the chill still slightly seeps through. The lights go out and spotlights flicker off the glassy ice while catching glimpses of the players who are waiting for the starting lineup. A powerful
My whole life had been about a small yellow ball, but as I saw that first pitch hit the catcher's glove, and the game began, I knew this was different. My eyes drift toward the state championship banner, and I think about all the years
Cleats. Shin guards. Socks. Uniform. A mud crusted ball and rain soaked under armour. I shove it all in the seat while struggling to hold my headphones, blankets, and snacks for the long car ride ahead. My sister and I argue over who gets to stretch out in the backseat while the other sits curled in the front attempting to find a comfortable position. The early morning light has started to seep through the clouds, promising a shining day ahead, perfect for a soccer match. For the remaining minutes of the drive I visualize the game in my mind, barely containing my excitement of getting to play my favorite sport.