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“All right, boys! Gather round now,” said Coach Turner.
Kire, Trace, Kaos, and the rest of the soccer team jogged over to Coach and gathered in a semicircle around him.
“In three days, we’ll be having our first soccer match with real opposition. The first match of the term for the veterans of the team,” said Coach. He clasped his hands behind him and paced back and forth before the students.
“This is my style of play,” he continued. “Attack is the best form of defense. All eleven players are to start marking right from the opposition half. Choke them, squeeze them, compress them, disorient them, knock them senseless, leave them crying for an escape.”
“Why does the coach sound like he wants the other team dead?” Kire asked Trace in a whisper.
“I do want them dead, Kire,” said Coach
