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"It's the last minute of the game. A corner kick from the yellows; their last action in the game. It comes off as a deflection." "No, not now" Samba muttered, eyes darting to the scoreboard. His heart pounded.
"I want it to refix my legacy."
He began reminiscing the words of a player: you could have been a popular player if you left this shit hole you call a club. Now look where that has gotten you.
The ball stretches distances over Samba. "I can't. Can't a miracle be...….?" He thought, losing hope, "Huh?"
Neto springs up in the air, his body twisting mid-motion. His stance was perfect-too perfect.
"And Instinct ", he thought.
"GGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL".
"From CB to matchwinner. And I. land is through to the Elite Frontiership Leaue (EFL)."
8:00 a.m.
*Beep *Beep *Beep*
The alarm clock was sounding to get up A young lad from his bed. He, in a ruffled manner, turned off the alarm clock. He stood up, making stretches and went to the window. His phone beat for a notification; it was his Facebook, giving notification of I. land's congrats for returning to the Elite Frontiership after like 10 years or so.
"Neto, Neto!!!"
"Oh!!!!" What does she want now?" He gnashed his teeth over his sister's exclamations, covering his body with his duvet. "Baaammm!", She opened the door. "How's my superstar doing. CB, match winner, CB, match winner, CB, match winner, match winner, CB, match winner", she was cut off by Neto. "Can you stop? Please I'm trying to get some rest here," pleaded Neto. "Well, if that is what my superstar wants, I will leave peacefully", She affirms, leaving. He reverts in a ventral position, staring at the ceiling, "Superstar? That was merely a cheap shot, but I felt so hyped to doing it. What made me jump anyway?" He began relieving the moment, "It was as if there was a sudden rush of adrenaline, but even so I know my current shooting stat aren't as good to earn me a bicycle kick."
Neto's handset beeped and he saw another notification: Be here for training. Season begins on August 15th.
"August 15th? That's like in two weeks!!!!" "Aaaargggh!" He began ranting, "Man, I gotta kick a ball. It's been a while and I can't wait." "Hold on", he realized and looked back at the notification "Be here for training". So that means I will be kicking a ball today." In joy he stormed out of his bed to prepare for that day.
In a totally different place, we see Samba, who just got an ice cream. He retarded to a public bench staring at the seaside while checking his phone.
"Can see you' re on fly", an unknown guy comes to sit with him hooded like a silhouette. "Samba right?" The fellow asked. "Yeah. It's a pleasure to meet...…" He stretched his hands for a handshake, but became startled at the site of his face.
"Hello", in a crooked manner, the fellow said. "It is you", Samba said, highly disregarded by his presence. "What do you want?" "Come on now, I just want to tell you congrats and......" He stood up, then whispered in his ears, "Be ready to be relegated", he continued, still whispering, "You've got a big chance now while Transfer market is open. Just leave the club, you certainly don't have hopes for it right?"
Neto came up at the mouth of the road and the stranger caught Neto to in his vision. "I would like to chat, but I guess I'll see you in due time", the stranger leaves. Samba was slightly startled and began staring before responding to Neto's calling. "Captain! Captain! Sup", Neto called. "Fine, I guess", Samba answered. "Who was that guy anyway? Looks like he's trouble", Neto asked "No, It's nothing. He was just stopping by." "Anyway, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at the Stadium?" Neto asked. "Yeah. I was about going; before he showed up", his face slightly dulled and Neto noticed, thinking, "He's definitely bothered.
"Let's go", Neto brought Samba back to earth. "Let's go? Right", agreed Samba. They began moving to the stadium, conversing.
They finally arrived at the stadium, where they were greeted by their teammates. It had been a while since the gang were together. The whistle sounded; appeared Moz in his usual Hawaiian outfit and Luffy- like hat. "I know ya boys enjoyed your time of rest; got to go on vacations, finished personal life projects, did ya family business and enjoyed your time with chicks", Moz was interrupted because the gang was laughing. "Hey Shroder, how is MacKenzie?" Moz teased and so did the gang.
The whistle sounded to control the gang. "I know you have enjoyed your time, but it's time to get back to work. Remember, we have one priority: To survive the EFL League", Moz stated, "So it's time for training."
The boys began training. "I know this is good and all, but we need an actual match training", Xavez complained. "Then it's a good thing, I hooked you guys a friendly game" Moz said, driving a trivela shot to the post, but it hit at bar. "Shit!!" Moz cursed.
"With who coach?" Michael asked.
Ominous music began playing, creating silence until Moz broke it, "Hold on, hold on", he turned off the ominous music from his little music box, "This is better," he turned on the Marvels Avengers theme.
"We are playing..................…."