How I Learned to Play Soccer
I love soccer. It’s as simple as that. There isn’t a single aspect of the game that I don’t adore. If you ask my parents, they’ll say that I learned to play soccer when I was 3, at “Peewee Soccer Lessons” through the East Troy Rec department. However, if you ask anyone who I’ve played, they’ll say I learned in the “Recess Soccer League”. It was totally unofficial. That name didn’t get coined until 6th grade, but that’s how I think of it now. Most of my understanding of the game up to this point consisted of distant, fuzzy memories of dribbling around cones while trying not to fall flat on my face (I hadn’t taken a lesson since I was five). Our little soccer field probably wouldn’t have been recognizable. The goals …show more content…
I don’t remember much except for the game itself. I sat on the grass adjacent to the makeshift field, looking for a four leaf clover (I didn’t find one). Despite the lack of good luck charms, that day I had probably the best luck of my life. That was the day I was introduced to soccer. I happened to glance up from my exploration of the foliage and I saw it. The soccer game. It wasn’t like I wasn’t aware of the commotion that roughly resembled the game I had been taught at a young age. Suddenly, I realized I could do that. Then, I should do that. I mulled it over for a minute, then worked up the courage to ask if I could join. They looked at me skeptically, debating whether this short little girl who hardly spoke in class could actually play soccer. It was mostly boys. There was one other girl, Lizzie, but she was tall and fast (and cool). I was allowed in, but they put me in midfield. On a side note, many people underestimate the midfielders, since they don’t really have any specific “job”. Midfielders are flexible players, athletic and smart. They must be able to run and run and run until their lungs hurt and then run some more. They move forward when the offence is in scoring position, and
I love soccer. It’s as simple as that. There isn’t a single aspect of the game that I don’t adore. If you ask my parents, they’ll say that I learned to play soccer when I was 3, at “Peewee Soccer Lessons” through the East Troy Rec department. However, if you ask anyone who I’ve played, they’ll say I learned in the “Recess Soccer League”. It was totally unofficial. That name didn’t get coined until 6th grade, but that’s how I think of it now. Most of my understanding of the game up to this point consisted of distant, fuzzy memories of dribbling around cones while trying not to fall flat on my face (I hadn’t taken a lesson since I was five). Our little soccer field probably wouldn’t have been recognizable. The goals …show more content…
I don’t remember much except for the game itself. I sat on the grass adjacent to the makeshift field, looking for a four leaf clover (I didn’t find one). Despite the lack of good luck charms, that day I had probably the best luck of my life. That was the day I was introduced to soccer. I happened to glance up from my exploration of the foliage and I saw it. The soccer game. It wasn’t like I wasn’t aware of the commotion that roughly resembled the game I had been taught at a young age. Suddenly, I realized I could do that. Then, I should do that. I mulled it over for a minute, then worked up the courage to ask if I could join. They looked at me skeptically, debating whether this short little girl who hardly spoke in class could actually play soccer. It was mostly boys. There was one other girl, Lizzie, but she was tall and fast (and cool). I was allowed in, but they put me in midfield. On a side note, many people underestimate the midfielders, since they don’t really have any specific “job”. Midfielders are flexible players, athletic and smart. They must be able to run and run and run until their lungs hurt and then run some more. They move forward when the offence is in scoring position, and