Soccer Descriptive Essay

Not much is known about the origin of soccer. However, the Greeks and Romans played football and ball kicking games. The London Football Association developed the first sets of rules in 1863. British sailors and settlers brought the game to India, South America and Europe.

Soccer consists of many important text and lexis, the first being the rulebook for soccer. It consists of how to play soccer, what you can and cannot do during a game, and the setup for the team: 11 players on the field, 2 teams, 3-4 referees, and as many backup players on the bench. The importance of this text is how the lexis is incorporated into literacy. The goal of the rulebook is to guide a new player on how to play the game, but most importantly it will build how they interpret the game and how those interpretation of the rules spread into their life. Players learn how to be more perceptive of what is happening around them and this helps to stimulate their brains. But how do players perceive what going on on the field? They read a playbook. Playbooks contain names and descriptions of many common and intricate soccer plays. This may consist of: bicycle kicks- a player throwing both feet in the air as a ball is approaching on the fly, while moving the legs with a pedaling motion to kick the ball in the opposite direction to which the player is facing, with the player usually ending up sprawled on the ground, chip- kicking the ball right over the goalies head, or volley- strike or kick (the ball) before it touches the ground. These types of plays help players connect their minds with the ball, building their knowledge and eventually, literacy. The last important text is motivating speeches. These are so important because they help

It's 5:00 am, my alarm sounds and I struggle to reach my alarm clock and slap the snooze. A couple minutes later, my door swings open, exposing my room to a burst of light. An enthusiastic father rips off the covers, I am clutching for my dear life as he tries to drag me out of the bed by my ankles. I groan, too groggy to form words, squint my eyes and use all my strength to pick myself up to my feet to throw on my uniform and slump downstairs into the car running outside. I can see the cloud of exhaust raise towards the sky in the side mirror as my cheek is pressed to the cold glass that is fogging up from my breath.

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).

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.

Waking up early in the morning to go the soccer field and get a whiff of fresh cut grass, paint, and the unpleasant smell of some soccer socks being put on to be ready for a match. Some people may have played soccer in their younger days and can understand the enjoyment. Some people are committed to the sport and others may have played a few years because their parents made them to. There is nothing wrong with playing soccer, but to know that they were a part of an amazing experience. This is a very popular sport around to world and is called football to other countries, but is called soccer in the United States. A lot of differences in how people in America see the sport than those from another country. The beautiful game of soccer is a

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.

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.....

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.

Plush green turf enclosed by glimmering yellow lines begs to be torn up by the spikes of cleats. Two large nets with huge white mesh and glistening white frames await the impact of a precious white and black sphere. Step onto this field and all worries vanish away and empowerment emerges. Just a ball, a uniform and a team waiting to show the opponents what soccer is all about. The shining lights and boisterous crowd create a grand atmosphere as fans await for the teams to perform; almost like it is their job. The roar of the crowd helps numb the sting from the brisk fall air. All of a sudden, you hear your name echo through the stands as you run to give the players and coaches’ a gesture of camaraderie and encouragement. Just being in this moment gives you goose bumps. The excitement of the atmosphere consumes me and the rush of adrenaline makes me invincible where nothing can stop me. As I compete alongside your teammates, a feeling of unity begins to emerge. I no longer see these people as just teammates; I see them as brothers, and I know that they have my back no matter what.

For the past five years, I have worked as a soccer referee, and the experience has been very valuable. I began refereeing at the age of twelve, primarily as a way to earn a little extra money to buy video games. Initially, I started to referee recreational games for younger age groups at the local soccer park. However, as my referee career began to blossom, I was invited to referee tournaments throughout Georgia. Fast forward to today, I regularly travel to referee high-level tournaments in Alabama, Tennessee, Florida, and North Carolina. What had started simply as a part-term job has grown into something I plan to continue long into the future.

Uh, it was a warm day, but... I live in san diego what was I to expect? Today we were going to start our new soccer unit in PE, and I was thrilled to do soccer at school. I already played club soccer and we were on break. I never would've thought something could go wrong, but their are always firsts.

“Jacob come get the ball”. I run and dive for the ball and as I get it I feel a foot slam into my face and everything goes black ... for a second. Those were the last words I heard when I had my injury that ended my soccer career as a keeper. Jump back to this morning before the injury. I woke up at 6:50 and had breakfast with my sister after that I got ready for school. Wednesday is late start so I don’t have to get to the bus as early as usual. Jump ahead a couple of hours to the start of the soccer game. It is 4:00 and my team is practicing for the game. We notice that Beaverton’s soccer team is much taller and more cocky than us. My team is mostly made up of freshman. The game starts at 4:30 on time Beaverton starts with the ball. They kick it back to their sweeper and we pressure them as best as we can which isn’t really that much since we are smaller. In the 10th minute they get a free kick and as the ball comes toward everything goes in slow motion and I make a decision to dive for the ball. I save the shot and drop kick it to the other side of the half where the strikers are patiently waiting. The defenders tell me that it was a dope save and it would go on a highlight reel. It is not until the 15th minute until the other team score a shot on me.

It started in early June; the day of the awaited marathon. I checked on my phone what seems to be the 50th time to see the weather forecast suddenly transition from a sunny morning to a 27 percent chance of rain with cooler temperatures. I didn’t had much time left on the clock and I was debating whether I should change into rain gear or stick to my light clothing attire. Well, 27 percent chance seems low, I’m sure it’s not going to rain much. I ditched the idea of wearing any rain gear and put on my pink cap to shade my eyes from the bright morning rays of sunshine. My sister was already dressed for the race and was waiting for me by the door. She looked up and said, “Got everything?” I quickly opened the fridge and took out my chilled water bottle. I nodded my head and we both left the house. We drove to the colossus stadium and I was reminded by my teacher’s words that there are also other runners participating in this marathon, expecting to be about 200. My sister and I waved our parents and brother goodbye as they drove off. Our first priority was to find our Liberty Fit booth. We both didn’t know where to look and followed some people to enter through the stadium. On the vast field, we spotted our stand with other students and adults already starting warm-ups and conversing with one another. I recognized a distinct short haired girl with her usual pink jacket.

“Football is like life - it requires perseverance, self denial, hard work, sacrifice, dedication and respect for authority” - Vince Lombardi. When I used to play football and even today, my friends still call me Creek. They call me Creek because just like a River, a Creek flows through the jagged and rough rocks, but there is more than one reason why my nickname is Creek and I will tell you why.