I watched my teammates in action at our soccer games. It was an intense game because us being a new team learning each other on the field. The coaching was shouting at the sideline, and cheering on our team whenever we got the ball. I was surprised the team was able to focus on the constant shouting. The experience of playing at a College level is different than High School.
A couple of their teammates were nervous, about playing on the college, but they all wanted to win. Being my first year playing soccer and being recruited to play college soccer had mixed emotions, yet I am confident in my skill for the game. In our first game, we all were nervous about the outcome, but we did not show it on the field. We went out on the field with a lot of energy and a positive attitude working together as a unit to get the win. However, we did not win but the loss was not a big loss.
The second game was against an undefeated team, which had the team's emotions everywhere. At this game, I was able to start. The opportunity to start was exciting and scary at the same time. When the game started my position on the field was forward. As I glare at the ball then the goal. Ball again, then goal. I started sprinting up to the multi-colored ball. I strike it perfectly. Perfect follow-through. The inside bend curves the ball just right. The sun puts a shine on the ball as I watch the ball fly through the air. I have lost sight of it in the sun. I close my eyes and hear the slip of the ball on the side net. I glanced up and I start cheering. Jumping up and down, I just score for the team. I love soccer because, it involves a lot of running and I love playing, and it involves a team effort.
After the scoring, the team became involved and the game became intense. Sitting on the sideline I watched my teammates by the game. The ball is at the end of the field. A forward is coming hard down the field, dribbling the ball. Our sweeper challengers him and strip the ball from him. Unfortunately, our sweeper as well as the forward go down in the process of this play. Our sweeper elbows the other boy in the chest as they are getting up. The whistle is blown and the yellow card is given to my teammate, while the other team gets the free kick. This situation seems to come into play quite often, due to the lack of anger control some of my teammates have. After all the running, dribbling, and stripping the game was over and we lost by one goal.
Overall, the game is consisting of eleven players on each side of the field, trying to get the ball to the opposing goal by crossing through the counter team by maneuvering the ball or performing a series of passes to get to the goal and score. Each team is composed of different kinds of players, from the goalkeeper to the defense line, the midfield line, and the front-striking players that usually score the goals. Each player, official or even the fan, of them, contributes to making the sport interesting.