Descriptive Essay About Soccer

Something any soccer player wants most than anything in the world, a President’s Cup championship. Practice is the reason for these types of tournaments. All the practice and extra work I put in payed off. I put in so much hard word and dedication, you wouldn’t believe. We had to do a lot of conditioning and drills to get to this point. My team and I worked ourselves to the point of breakage. We worked all summer for this moment. We played against higher level teams to make us better, and that was the hardest thing to do. We won every single game in the past five weeks, and all of those games were for the President’s Cup. “This is what we worked for, this is what we’ve been waiting for, waiting for our talent to reveal itself,” says my coach,
When Sunday came I could’ve been the most nervous person on the planet. Knowing I had a lot of pressure on my shoulders made it even worse. We all were so nervous. We all had butterflies and knots in our stomachs. When the time came to do the ‘walk-out’ that’s when it became apparent to everyone that I was very nervous. I could hear my heart ringing in my ears. It sounded like a very loud instrumental song played out loud. My heartbeat got faster and faster every minute closer to the game. I began to hyperventilate because of my nervousness. I felt my stomach drop when I heard the final whistle for us to come onto the field to start play.
As we yell our beginning game chant, “S T, S T O, S T O R M, Lets go! Storm you know! 1, 2, 3, Storm North!”, I become less stressed and start to realize that we can do this.
We start the game, and it was a slow start. We had the ball the majority of the half and were on their half of the field. But that’s when the intensity picked up. The farther and farther we got into the game the more intense it got. After 35 agonizing minutes, the ref blew the whistle for halftime.
“We have this, there is no way we don’t, let’s keep pushing!” said Coach