Personal Narrative: My Love Of Soccer

Clichés seem to always crowd the mind whenever we try to speak meaningfully about the things we love. In particular, the beautiful game of soccer always seems to mock our efforts to describe its genuine beauty. Nothing in the world could ever match the enjoyment of playing soccer. Both mentally and physically. Whenever you play, you can't help but feel the individual nerves tingle throughout your body along with the adrenaline coursing through your blood stream. It is at these times, life is truly worth living. Even on the field, nothing can prepare you for the sensation one will experience, especially on your debut. With the fields roaming empty, I could hear the sounds of morning from the little sparrows chirping to the hissing of the insects. I stopped and enjoyed the beautiful …show more content…
Now walking, my memories melt away like snow from a fire. Sweat drips from my forehead down my neck like an angle's tears. I feel drowsy and cannot recognize the environment around me. I try to calm myself, inhaling through my lung's full capacity, then slowly exhaling with every breath. Eventually, I regain full consciousness and conglomerate with my fellow team members. It's game time. With my mind racing, I make my way to the field in a central position with members of my team all surrounding my peripherals. I observe the luscious green field that runs across the large field. The strong scent of grass fills the tunnels of my nostrils all while the sunlight reflects through the glossy finishing of the dewy grass. The grass is slippery and damp, perhaps from the strenuous rainfall from the night before. Altogether, it exceeds the perfect condition to play soccer. Almost a year ago now, I was inexperienced and played as a hobby. Now I played competitively, contributing to an official rep soccer team. Now, I finally felt proud as the tingling nerves emitted through my spine, shivering in happiness. For the first time, I finally felt like I belonged. Today was the day I proved my