Flynn
"So you're the ring-in from outside the pack?" Coach Greg asked, waltzing over to me sitting on the bench. I stood up as he approached. I nodded my greeting politely.
"Flynn Ridgeway." I held my hand out, Coach Greg reached out and shook it.
"I hear you're interested in joining our senior soccer team?" He questions, eyeing me up and down.
"Yes, sir. I played at my old school." I replied.
"Any good?" He asked, c*****g his head to the side.
"I think so. I play midfield or defender." I answered. Coach Grey rubbed his chin with his hand in thought.
"Well, we already have players in those positions in our squad but we could always use a second string?" He offered. My heart sunk. Second-string. I faked a smile.
"Sure. Thanks" I muttered.
"Go into the locker rooms and fetch a unif
