A Soccer Perspective: My Best Soccer Player

A Soccer Perspective The goalkeeper, the one player who everyone will remember for the amazing save he/she made, or the goal which he/she gave up during a championship game. We are the most loathed, fittest, most valuable, and hardest-working players on the field. We are the people who don’t want to live after a game, or want to “live it up” after the game. We are the one person in a group project who does all of the work, but the credit gets shared out equally amongst the rest of the group. We are the person who does work, but gets blamed when you get a bad grade on the project. I have felt these horrible effects since I was eight years old. However, when I was eight, no one cared if you won or lost. Now, I am a fifteen year old high school

Whether you are a scientist, football coach, soccer player, or chef, there is someone better than you. Hopefully, you don’t run into that person.

The start of my conflict starts when I was in sixth grade. Back when I was in sixth grade, I was not the best soccer player or goalkeeper, and I will admit this because it is the truth. I had no training and only played goalkeeper in games. Well, while I was in sixth grade, I played soccer for my school team. My middle school only had around 200 kids, but somehow managed to have three goalkeepers, myself included. I was put in as the backup keeper because one of the keepers wanted to play on the field, and eventually quit because he was too busy to play. Even though one of the goalkeepers quit, I was still in the shadow of probably one of the best goalkeepers in Southern California. A five foot and ten inches goalkeeper named Tyler, who played for one of the top teams in the state and was everyone's “soccer saviour”. Because Tyler was so good, I was on the bench and had nothing to worry about. However, during the first game of our school league, we went into penalty shootouts. During the shootout, Tyler fractured

Maybe I didn’t want to disappoint anyone, but I saw myself as a runner rather than a goalkeeper. I would end up joining the high school soccer team for Thousand Oaks later that fall. I believe high school was the showcase for what soccer really was to me. I will say this with no regret. 75% of the high school soccer players on my team and every team I played on were arrogant and self-centered. There were players who I was fine with, but I honestly hated how mean we were to each other, including me. I summed up high school soccer in one sentence: Even if you are the best player on the team, you still have to be able to insult someone for your teammates to actually like you. I knew at the end of the season, I would join track, which was where cross country was, and quit