Soccer: Where it all Started

             The game itself is considered by some to be boring. The time it takes for something amazing to occur seems to take games off now and then. The sport I’m referring to is, according to many people, especially Europeans, is football. However, Americans prefer to call it a different name, soccer.

             Out of all the sports that exist today, soccer is by far the most popular. Statistics have proven that nearly every human on earth has played the so called, “beautiful game”, at least once in their lives. As you can probably predict, I have experienced this sport myself, but from many different angles. I’ve been associated with soccer by terms of a player, an assistant coach, as well as a spectator. With all this in mind, it’s safe to say that I have some memories that reflect my

I will start my discussion with how I became involved with soccer. When I was five years old, my parents felt that it would be good for me to become involved with a sport that could help me get active, as well as meet new kids along with it. They did this by signing me up for the AYSO (American Youth Soccer Organization) in Frankenmuth. My dad thought that this experience would be good for me because Frankenmuth was only ten minutes away from where we lived, so travel to and from the games wouldn’t really be an issue. Another reason why they did this was so I could use my energy, which every five year old boy has, for something productive.

When I showed up at my first practice, I didn’t have a clue as to who anyone was, the rules of the game, or what positions on the field were. With all these problems circulating in my brain, I decided to walk up and meet some of my teammates. Lucky for me, they all accepted me with open arms, and we got along well. I was also relieved when I found out that my coach was a pretty cool guy. He would joke around with us, teach us the rules and where to be on the field, as well as play with us on scrimmages. I believe that first year helped me become involved with the sport, as I would continue playing until the sixth grade. I had to stop playing because the league only allowed kids to play until you reached an age of 13, or if you were in sixth grade. I couldn’t play for my school because we didn’t have a soccer program. This meant that my soccer career was over.

With this in mind, I decided to help my dad coach my younger brother’s team. I would be responsible for participating in practice drills, as well as scrimmages. When my dad stopped coaching, I figured that I should just become a spectator. When my brother had tournaments that he played in, I would sit with my parents and grandparents and root him on and give him support.

After he stopped playing, it was also the end for me being involved with soccer. Even though I’m not part of it anymore, I still believe soccer played an important role in my life. It not only gave me something to look forward to every Saturday morning, but also gave me a love for sports, which I still have to this day.