After taking on the starting role in my sophomore season, I gained moments to get that feeling again at surreal times. The feeling of knowing that it’s good as soon as I strike it is always so euphoric for me. There’s that feeling in baseball where you can tell by the crack of the bat that it’s a home run, and it feels the same way when you kick the sweet spot on a football. I started getting increasingly satisfied with how my field goals looked. Just like high school, it was a valuable time where I knew that once I got the opportunity to play, I needed to leave no doubt that I was one of the best kickers in the country. This new drive led me to Utah State University, where I became a walk-on kicker, and redshirted my freshman year. “I shanked a free kick so badly that it would’ve missed multiple nets combined.” It was a time where my passion for kicking became deeper, as I now had the belief and desire to kick for the rest of my life. I went on to be conference special teams player of the year in 20. When I finally got my chance to be the starting kicker for my junior year, I knew I had to seize the opportunity. I waited my first two years there to kick, playing anything from linebacker to the kick return team. A friend suggested on the spot that I tryout for the high school football team, and I did. Luckily enough, one day at practice I shanked a free kick so badly that it would’ve missed multiple nets combined. When I came to the United States for my freshman year of high school, I had already played soccer throughout my life and was ready to play for the Redondo Union team. Eberle in 2014, celebrating a win against rival Mira Costa High School with his father, Güenther.
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