What Half a Season of Soccer Has Done for Me
“Six points!”, I finally let out after the final whistle of our 2–0 shutout against Santa Teresa. The week of my junior prom marks the first time this season we have had two victories in a regular season week. And as much as I have loved playing on this team, this will be my final week playing for this team this season so I’d like to have closure to a wonderful half season.
Our team won the Lovato Cup Tournament in the pre season. We received a giant trophy and celebrated as we had lost in the championships the previous year. Though regular season hadn’t started yet, we knew that this trophy merely marked the vast potential that this school’s soccer program had to offer. With the ultimate goal of winning Central Coast Section, the regional finals, I continue to have high hopes for our team.
I must be appreciative of those who came every game to cheer us on. Simply telling from the stands, our “cheer-leading” squad is almost entirely composed of die-hard parents who come everyday to cheer on for their sons in the freezing cold. Though the school soccer team’s popularity has not yet shown above the talk of the upcoming Vietnamese Student Union: Wish Upon a Star and Battle of the Classes, my team will and have always been taught to play for only each other. We battle through every game as if this one would be the difference between making or breaking our chances at reaching our final goal of playing in the CCS championship.
All victories aside, I’ll admit that playing on any High School Varsity team is no small feat. The team, collectively, has only 80 minutes to perform for the countless hours of practice and for the dedication of the parents who cheer us on to the gold trophy at the end of the road.
Even after only 50 days through blood, sweat, and tears; I am going to miss this amazing group of boys who battle not just on the field but off the field — everyone of my teammates. Just like every other one of the 2700 students of the academically-rigorous school of EVHS, our players are living their lives off the field, though against immense challenges. Whether they come home and fight to make grades or are battling against the clock with 2 or more AP classes, we all share our hardships through our persistence.
Personally, what having 2 AP classes with soccer (and Boy Scouts and life) has meant for me is coming home at 5:30 everyday, exhausted, with half the time to do twice the work compared to the typical high school student. Trust me, it’s not easy.
Best of luck and till next season.