Bryan
This is the last match we will be playing for the school and I see our coach, Mitch, with two men, wearing suits. He signals to me and I wave to him, both men nodded their heads acknowledging me, sitting down.
Centre back is Bruce, kicking the ball towards James who goes forward onto the field with it. Number six from the opposing team- a much bulkier person- corners him for the take and carried the ball in the opposite direction where he tosses it to an angle to number two’s benefit. Cleverly he dances across the grass and his other teammate takes it along and passes it to number nine. Number nine sends the ball with a high kick to another member of his team. My team is following close behind but number ten shoots and scores.
That’s fine. I look to the suits whose eyes are on the
