Leroy Hawkins watched with annoyance as someone else wearing his jersey number practiced on the soccer pitch.
“Coach,” Leroy pleaded, addressing the stout man in a tracksuit next to him, “I'm well. The doctor cleared me. I want back on the first eleven.”
Coach Timothy Ochoa, the strict head coach of Blossom College's soccer team didn't look away from the pitch, “Hawkins, I've told you before and my answer still remains the same, no.”
“Why?” Leroy asked, frustration building in him.
“Because you have to earn a spot on my first eleven.” Coach Ochoa hissed, “we can't have people thinking players can get injured while taking stupid risks, and get embraced by the team immediately they recover.”
“That dodo on the pitch isn't half as good as I am,” Leroy raged.
“That maybe the case now,” Co
