Soccer Novels & Stories

"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.

He had a whiskey glass in his hand, swirling the dark liquid absently as he glanced at me. "You ever watch football?" he asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence. I blinked at the unexpected question, then let out a soft chuckle. "Of course. I might not look like it, but I know my teams." Simeon raised a brow, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh? Enlighten me then, Miss Football Expert. I rolled my eyes, leaning back against the couch. “Alright, first of all, let’s get one thing straight. There’s football, and then there’s soccer. And if you’re talking about American football, I’m gonna pretend this conversation never happened.”

Rhee Min-Jun suggested. "Soccer?" Hae Jae-Woo grew hesitant. "I'm not sure I can." "I'm up for a game," Naiting Dae-Jung agreed. "I'm not that good at soccer," Hae Jae-Woo admitted. "Sure, that's why you beat me last time I played you," Rhee Min-Jun replied with a smile. "I beat you?" Hae Jae-Woo questioned. 'Jae-Woo, why is it that the one sport you excel in—and I don't know—they want me to play? Why did you beat him?'

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.”

WELL WELL WELL CRICKET OR FOOTBALL ? ME - CRICKET 🏏

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?

, he thought. Sweaty, huffing and tired- Craig continue to run around the soccer field. It's time for P.E and they're playing soccer. Of all the sports, it's soccer that he hates the most. It's not because he sucks on it, it's because he's good at it and it brings nothing but painful memories to him.