“Come on Sam,” I yelled, as he stole the ball, again.
He immediately aimed, and it got through.
Just then the bell rang, telling us that half game is already done and the next half is going to start soon.
The team huddled up.
I saw their Coach board, knowing with the formation of the opponents team, they will surely lose this game.
I ran towards them, “Hey, that formation wont take them down. Try this one,” I said, as I draw out the plan.
After looking at the board, the referee blew his whistle, telling the player to go back on the court.
I pull back Sam, “Their best player is number 8, block him out when your guys have the ball.”
He nod.
‘’’
“You won,” I said, smiling brightly.
He opened his arms.
I gladly hug him, “Thanks to you we won.”
I patted his back.
“No problem.”
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