WILL'S POV
The guys lost the game to the other school and there was so much disappointment. I had seen Amma's face drop when the other team scored three goals and our school team had scored nothing more than the first that Oscar had scored. Liz understood and she consoled Amma when she started asking repeatedly, "How many minutes have they got left? Are we going to win the match?"
I knew how losing a game always felt for those who had so much expectations. I did not like that Amma was sad, I did my best to help the ladies laugh away the depressing aura that soon descended when the match trudged to an end while we were yet to see our school team score another goal. The game ended and I had to leave the girls.
Liz spoke little and nodded a lot. She was the kind of intelligent person tha
