To begin with, growing up I was …show more content…
Every Sunday a group of friends from around the neighborhood would get together and play a match at the park down the street, it was convenient for most of us since we lived so close to the park. We would talk about how it would be if there was a stadium close by so we could go watch games. I remember there was an occasion where my neighbor Victor had invited some of his cousins to come join us and they just so happen to know what it was like to attend a professional soccer game, it took place in Mexico city where two of the biggest teams in all of the Mexican first division league faced off they were Club America against Guadalajara. The more it was talked about and fantasized the more it made me curious. I remember watching games on the weekends and getting together with others to watch big games and tournaments, I still do to this very day. Seeing the excitement and passion being let out just by watching a game on television made me wonder what it would feel like in an actual live game. It got to the point where while watching a game I would focus more on those who were at the game and everything else going on, for example, their reactions to things like celebrations or frustrations. Most of my family had at least been to one professional soccer game in their life time since they lived