Blaze stood at the edge of the field, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at the vast green space before him. The sun was high, casting long shadows across the perfectly manicured grass, and the crisp autumn air carried the faint scent of freshly cut turf. It was his moment—his chance to prove himself. He could feel the pressure weighing heavily on his shoulders, yet beneath it all, there was a simmering excitement.
The coach, a broad-shouldered man with years of experience written in every wrinkle on his face, stood with arms crossed, watching Blaze intently. He’d heard rumors about Blaze—the quiet, intense young man with untapped potential. Now, he was about to see for himself what this kid was made of.
“Blaze!” the coach called out, his deep voice cutting through the chatter
