Charles POV:
[A month ago]
"Where the hell are they?" Charles thought for himself, as he tried calling the team manager, but it kept on going to voicemail.
"I guess your team isn't going to show up," the other team's coach spoke, tauntingly.
"You stay out of it, Ian," the director from the National League department reprimanded, as he turned towards Charles. He was a man in his fifties, and someone Charles knew very well.
"Charles…" he started, as Charles turned towards him.
"Just give me five more minutes, I just need to call the team captain, I'm sure there must be some kind of misunderstanding," he explained, as the coach placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, but It's too late, I'm sure you know that, this means you won't qualify for this season's promotion,"
