Narrative Essay About Soccer

Being girls of the ages fourteen to eighteen we did not know how to react. We have never in our life went to school and heard all these headlines about how the program we worked so hard to build is not going to make it in our county. Knowing we had no support from anyone besides our coaches and families led us to constantly being down. We were continuously mocked of from higher ranked teams, even if we won a game. All that proceeded in our heads were that how can people think so small of a group of teenage girls. No one wanted to be last in our division anymore, but we didn't have faith in ourselves as a result of no one having confidence in us.

I never though winning a championship would be so satisfying. When my high school, Michel-Gratton applied for WECSSAA (Windsor Essex County Secondary Schools Athletic Association), it was an ecstatic moment for my teammates and I. The funny thing is that year was also the first year Michel-Gratton was built, in 2011. As a result, we had no basketball uniforms, instead our coach, Taylor, had us go to Walmart and buy the same blue t-shirt, afterwards write M.G on it. We ended the first season with a score of zero wins and ten losses, basically in last place. Schools from the standings were mocking us, trying to damage the team, yet Taylor always reminded us that as long as we stay a family and

While losing hurt my team's record, it also brought us closer together. We shook off the loss and pushed through the pain to earn our future

The team bonded and practiced diligently to get better. Our team was evidently young, but we were progressing. Once the fall performance season started in August, we hit unexpected bumps in the road. Many of the girls thought that we were going to have a “rebuilding year” and lacked passion and drive. Those feelings were contagious and created a toxic environment in practice. We were plateauing instead of increasingly improving. To add to the disappointment, Taylor quit the team due to the revoking of her captainship and an injury. Suddenly, I became the sole leader of a team that was giving up. I started to feel doubt, but then I remembered my goal. I had one year left, and I was not going to let it go by unsuccessfully without trying to motivate the team, even if it felt like a fruitless attempt. I decided it was imperative that I talk to the girls about our season last year to reminisce the pure joy and accomplishment we felt when we won the State Tournament. We discussed the effort and commitment it took to be a State Champion team, and we talked about how if winning was our goal for this year, we were currently not on the right track to meet that goal. After our heart-to-heart, the team dynamic changed. The entire team was on the same page and working to progress every minute of

My freshman year we entered playoffs with a hopeful optimism that in our first year in 3A, the largest division, we could make a statement that we were here to stay. In the end, the game didn’t go our way. There were some questionable calls made but in the end, it is what it is: we weren’t good enough to win. A tough reality but often times you learn more from a loss than from a win. Sophomore

We were playing Mountain Valley, a team we lost to earlier in the year by a score of 1-0. My soccer team did not lose very often. We lost once in the regular season in all of my high school career. So my team and I wanted revenge. We wanted this game more than anything. They had 4 foreign exchange players on their team and we knew how good they were. We knew it wouldn't be easy to win but we knew that it was possible. We had no right in winning the game. We got dominated in every aspect of it. They probably outshot us 100-1 or at least thats what it felt like. We ended up tied at 0 after 80 minutes of regulation and 10 minutes of overtime. We ended up gong into penalty kicks. We eventually won the game but it wasn't until the 20th kick that we won. It was one of the best feelings.

On February 28, 2005, I experienced one of the most exciting events that anyone could ever experience – winning a State Championship. The day my soccer team made history is a day I’ll never forget. However it is not just that day we won the title, but the whole experience of the preceding season that got us there. From start to finish, my team’s 2004-2005 season taught me that the platitude is true. You can do anything you set your mind to.

Approximately four years ago, twelve of us accepted a position on team that none of us, not only knew anything about, but also did not expect much from. We were twelve individuals that were seeking a college soccer experience at the division I level and if you ask any of those girls back then, none of them could have predicted the reality of the four years that we would ultimately spend here. This team had experienced heartbreak in freshman year on many levels, battled through the pain of losing in the semi-finals of sophomore year, and again losing in the finals last year. To be a part of this program is unlike any experience I’ve had before. There is always a supportive and positive environment; there is always progress being made every

Entering that room, nothing could have prepared me for what was to come. As I sat there my heart dropped when I heard the words, "you made the team", "you are not going to play much", and "if you tryout next year you will not make the team". I was in such a daze as I reemerged from the room. It was as if the wind had been knocked out of me and I was having trouble understanding what had just happened. I had never felt disappointment like I did in that moment in my entire life. Soccer had been the only sport I knew for 8 years. Change had always been a struggle for me since I was little so I was aware that trying a new sport was going to be difficult. Field hockey captains practices were held during the summer, so I decided to go to one and

Under those circumstances, I sat on the bench and I was the assistant coach for the day. I was watching the game and I wondered if the game would be going differently if I was out there, it could be a different score, I could have made a goal for all I know. It was boring to sit on the sidelines and watch the game when my team was losing 2-0. Losing made the urge of wanting to just go on the field and play through the pain so hard.

“PUSH THEM OUT!” I bellowed at the other people on defence as I charged the halfway line in the blazing heat. As the defensive captain it was my job to keep the defence in line and organised and just was generally in charge of them, only outruled by the coaches. I had just sprinted to stop an offensive attack from the other team and booted the ball up to the offence. I was giving this game 200% of my effort, even though this usually resulted in me coming close to passing out and being a wreck for the rest of the day, but this was the finals in the soccer tournament. It was also the day of my confirmation at church so I was already a bit exhausted. On Saturday we had won three of our games and tied one which was well enough to get us seeded first for the finals Sunday, but Sunday was here...

A recurring thought running through our head was that we had already lost, but that next year we would definitely win. This was a shared opinion by many of my teammates since we had no seniors and would have the same team next year that we would be the foremost lacrosse team in Kansas; however we still had a game to play and no one wanted to lose, but many walked in with a pessimistic attitude, including myself. Our team marched out of the locker rooms and thundered onto the field for the beginning of the game. After the game the team, demoralized, walked back to our lockers rooms where we packed up our gear knowing we had just lost (score?). This was a forlorn time in my life, I felt defeated and embarrassed. As much as it exasperated me it was a very important turning point in my life where I learned some critical lessons. The obvious take away was to stay positive and not give up. This game had crushed the spirit of everyone on the team, I didn’t even want to keep playing in the second half. Even then we finished the game and went home knowing we could have done more. This even showed me how important it is to give one hundred percent effort in everything you do if you want to be successful. You have to prepare and give it everything you have to

It was the summer of my Sophomore year, going into my Junior year. My team and I were headed to our first volleyball tournament of the season. As a team, we had low expectations of the outcome of this tournament. The fact that we had lost five starting seniors the year before, and were shocked with a new, inexperienced coach. We were practically a new team, with very little experience together on a varsity level. Walking into our first game, we knew the team and that they were amazing. Losing the first set was devastating, we got killed 10-25. We all had our heads down, accepting the tough fact that we would most likely be losing our first game of the year.

I am at my soccer game on my grandpa’s birthday and the score is 0-0 we are about to start. The ref blows his whistle and the game is on. 15 minutes into the game the other team gets the ball on a drive and sinks it into the back of the net. The score is 1-0 but we still have a big game in front of us and we keep playing. The ball is passed and shot and thrown and kicked in all directions. Now the other team wins the ball and runs down the field shoots hard and sinks it in the back of the net which puts them up 2-0 we are losing but we still don’t stop fighting. There are only 10 minutes left to the half at this point I get the ball from my defender at half field. Being a semi goalkeeper myself I noticed the goalkeeper is too far off his line. I take one more touch so I’m just in front of the half and shoot. The ball is in the air with magnificent spin turning into curl and as the goalkeeper runs back to get the ball he fails and the ball is in the side netting.

It was the quarter finals to go to semis, and we were all excited especially me since it was my second year playing soccer. We all got into the field and put on our gear. We finished putting on our gear and got on the field, there was 10 of us on the team since it was a 5v5 tournament. We were standing waiting for the ref to blow the whistle since the other team barely got on time. As soon as the team finished getting on the field, the ref blew the whistle and the game began. We started the