Soccer Novels & Stories

I sat in the living room with Leo, thinking of what to ask him while we watch a boring reality TV show. “Do you like soccer?” He suddenly asks. “I mean I only religiously watch my favorite club and the world cup.” “That's good enough.” He paused, “Can you play soccer video games?” I guess this was why he asked if I liked soccer. He's really something. “Yes.” He looks surprised, like he was expecting a negative reply. “Seriously? You good at it?” His eyes seems to shine with excitement. “No. I just know the basics. A female friend of mine wanted to beat boys at it, so I ended up learning.”

"Shit! who's calling at these nights?" The male Stephen Eicher fan then took his cellphone lazily and immediately felt annoyed when he saw a name written on the cellphone screen. 'David.' "Is there anything important what the nights you callif it doesn't matter at all, then I'll kill you!” said Redric without greeting him first. Redric is the type of person who doesn't like it when he is resting but other people bother him. Plus at this time he was remembering it again. things that often make him uneasy and a little scared.

It was a foreign language that I was finally getting the knack for. I also saw the respect Joel had explained to me. Rugby was nothing like what little I knew of football. The plays didn't stop unless there was a penalty called. There were no separate defensive or offensive teams like football. Everyone played continuously. Dirt covered their uniforms and good plays from both teams had fans on their feet.

"Ok fine." An hour later, I was off with Adan to the field they used to play soccer. I had nothing against the sport but I just found something off with a couple of guys running around kicking balls. Adan's team was losing badly and when their opponents scored the fourth goal, a girl in the crowd got up screaming in triumph. She didn't stop there. She pulled down her dress to her waist exposing fresh plump tits that bounced easily to her movement. God bless soccer... Adan managed to score in the second half but they were still losing. It was obvious they had lost the match already.

On how he turned his back and walk away from me. "That's exactly what Hiro did when there is no professor yet. As usual, he doesn't want a friendly environment." Frey mumble as we sat down on our seats. "Well, let's talk about tomorrow. So, Joy. Do you have any sports?" Sammy ask. I sigh and I look at Sammy. "Sports? Yeah. I have. I like soccer, but I'm not allowed to play." I firmly say. "Whoah, that's awesome! Kami rin! In fact, Frey, Yassi, and I are soccer players, as well as Hiro."

“Yes. Do you like soccer too?” I shrugged. “I don't know. I don’t have the time to play any sport. Can you teach me how to play it?” Leo looked at me and smiled. “Sure. It is easy to play once you understand the rules,” Leo said. He stretched the iPad towards me and asked, “Do you care to play?" I collected the iPad. “Of course. As long as you are willing to teach me.” Leo shook his head. “I can't believe you don't know how to play soccer. You look like you know everything.”

SCARLETT Sometimes I don’t get sports, just a bunch of people running around, putting themselves through rigorous physical exercise, always trying to get a ball to do something, whether it’s going past a goalkeeper, going over a line or into a basket. I’m watching Delia and her teammates’ soccer practice with a little more enthusiasm than normal because I’m finally getting a little understanding of the game, since Delia has explained it like a dozen times. Just like music helps me sometimes escape the world, that is what soccer does for Delia.

I followed her out of the room and Zach, Zayn, and Tyler were still arguing in loud voices. “It’s called soccer and not football, guys. Football is a different sport entirely, why’s it so difficult for you two to understand?” Tyler sounded exasperated. “Because what you’ve said doesn’t make any sense, not in the slightest. You Americans are weird and you’re the only country that calls it soccer and not football like it’s known globally. Do you see the problem now?” Zayn said, “You’re wrong on this one, Tyler. You’ve been brainwashed and we’re trying to liberate you from this mental slavery. You should be grateful to both of us.”

Arella THE LIVING room already blasted with loud noises from the TV and from Dad and my brother, Brett. They were football fans—the soccer one. Brett was a die-hard fan of Manchester, while Dad was a Real Madrid, and as for me, I was a neutral. Well, if I was being honest, I knew American football, but soccer, on the other hand, was different. Instead of throwing the ball, the players kicked it toward the opposing team’s goalkeeper to score. And they called it a goal. And the NFL and FIFA balls were different in shape. Why in the hell am I talking about balls right now?

Brooke stood on the sidelines of the busy soccer field, holding a mic and smiling as she reported live. “And in today’s exciting match, Carlos Lopez of the Phoenix local team has scored a brace at the start, giving them the lead in an exciting first half,” Brooke announced, her voice full of energy as she covered the game live.