Soccer Narrative Essay

Soccer has always been my love, my passion, and my outlet. If I have a rough day, all I have to do is lace up my cleats and step onto the field and just like that, all my worries drift away. I would always play for myself and no one else, it was my game and I thought that no one could take that away from me. Every time I played soccer I felt free, until the day that everything changed. I was no longer playing for myself, I was playing for a coach who was not easy to please. The moment I stopped playing for myself was the moment I realized that if I didn’t enjoy what I was doing, I shouldn’t be doing it. The Gaffney High School girls’ soccer team had lost their eighth consecutive game and I was a part of that team. That night we traveled to Rock Hill High School. The entire first half of the soccer game was excruciating. Rock Hill is one of the best soccer teams in South Carolina. The first forty minutes consisted of goal after goal by the other team. All around me were girls with legs that seemed to go on forever and that could move across the entire field seemingly at the speed of light. They were running circles around us, passing the ball time after time …show more content…
At first she didn’t say a single word and was completely silent. I looked down at my hands that were pulling at the brown, dying grass. All of a sudden, coach starts yelling and I jumped from where I was sitting, startled and already afraid of what was to come. “I have never, in my entire life, seen a soccer game this bad. It looks like Gaffney set out a bunch of six year olds that have never even touched a soccer ball.” I couldn’t listen anymore. I was tired of being talked down to and being told that I suck at the one sport that I had spent my whole life playing. I looked around at the rest of my team, some with tears pooling in their eyes while others looked drained, with no energy left to even finish the rest of the