Writing Feedback / I'm in need of help on how to convey myself better [4]

As I stepped onto the soccer field in my cleats and uniform, I would close my eyes and imagined myself standing in the middle of the field, looking out into the vast crowd. The crowd's resonant voice filled my ears with excitement and pleasure. The booming voice of my coach woke me up from my fantasy, as he called me over to tell me to go stand at my position.

As the sun beamed upon my face, my gazed was locked onto the black and white sphere, stitched together with perfection, and pumped tight fully of air. In the corner of my eyes I can see my teammates shaking from anticipation. My stomach was filled with butterflies and the heat radiating from the sun was eating me up. As I waited fretfully, my breathing became inconsistent and my palms sweated as I nervously wait for the referee to blow the whistle and the game would begin.

The ringing sound from the whistle made all my anxiety disappeared and body unconsciously goes to into survival mode. Opposite of me, I can see the opponent charging towards me, which only cause my confident and eagerness to surge. As I am running with ball, trying to dodge my opponents from left to right, all my stress and anxiety disappears and I feel as though I am on top of the world. Soccer makes me forget about all my anger, stress, anxiety, sadness and pain. It brings me into a place of happiness and all I can focus on is going head on against the goalie and goal. It is the place where I can be myself and not care for what other think of me. Every time, I have the ball in my possession, I feel that I am powerful and that times stop just for me.