Chapter 7:

Lucky

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As the final whistle blows the game ends 3-0 to Team 3, with Team 1 wondering what on earth they just happened to them. That combination of Michael's technical skills and that solid defence of John and Dean played them like a fiddle.

Team 1 walking off the pitch with Joe still contemplating about that game...

The decisions, mistakes, technique, his passing.

''We are gonna win the next game'' Ruben still spoke with a lack of confidence

With Team 2 coming onto the pitch... witnessing that Team 3 was a real threat to Team 1, Team 2 were of course hesitant, but still ready to fight face to face against Team 3.

Jacob was pretty worried about Michael since he did put pass three goals past Team 1, but Eric tried to reassure Jacob with his bad English.

''I defend good'' Eric stated ''It's okay. No goals your net today''

''Okay? if you say so Eric''

With a questionable reassurance from Eric... Jacob had a bit more confidence that Eric was in his defence to stop Michael.

10 people left the pitch, 10 people stayed on, and 10 people coming on...

The atmosphere was exhilarating, cold wind still hitting different, everyone's cheeks all red, blushing like a embarrassed anime girl...

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As the familiar sound of that whistle blows again, game starts with Team 2 with Austin getting the game started passing to the other striker, who was a pretty decent player, but was selfish. The striker ran through all on his own into the final third without even acknowledging his other teammates...

But...

Sees a glimpse of someone coming in from the left side with fury, the person rushing in had this killer instinct like a tiger hunting for it's pray, looking to demolish him.

''Oh fuck''

The striker gets absolutely destroyed, that slide tackle was cleaner than a room after getting sucked by a Dyson vacuum cleaner. On the ground as he looks up...

John starring right down at him, like a Asian parent who got back their kids report.

''Pathetic''

John passes the ball off to Dean to look for open space for either a midfielder or attacker to go forward, but the options were terrible as the forwards all had terrible control and the only option Dean knew in midfield was Michael.

Austin was pressuring hard on Dean, so passes to a midfielder on the team who surprised him on how he controlled the ball...

''That was pretty damn impressive'' Dean thought

The midfielder manoeuvring pass around Team 2's midfielder...placing a delicate pass to a now opened up Michael with tons of space as Team 2's midfielder were puzzled.

Michael straight on through on goal... amplifying the intensity of his attacking ability, directing his feet towards the right side on the ball.

Bending it to the right side. Shooting it from long range the curvature was insane on that ball, that angle looking from like it was going out for a goal kick.

Woosh...

''Down Right!!'' Eric called out to Jacob

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In shocking fashion Jacob manages to get his hand onto the ball with Eric's assistance as it was indeed heading bottom right corner.

''Fuck me that was close'' Jacob thought

Jacob gives a thumbs up to Eric then kicks it out towards the centre for Austin to counter.

Austin controls the ball with decency, he see's no one running forward except for the selfish striker who doesn't pass...

''What the hell do I even do?''

Austin questioned then decided that his only decision was to run to the final third by himself...

Austin wasn't the most agile player due to his size of 6ft2/187cm and 85kg/187lbs, moving like a tank pushing off all of Team 3's midfielders like they are nothing, falling like bags of potatoes. Still trying his attempt of dribbling past John and Dean.

But he couldn't get past that indestructible rock wall, unlike the Berlin wall... This defence is so ridiculous to the point that it can probably protect you from Covid.

Austin gets intercepted by Dean pretty easily, with Dean being smaller, faster, but still having the strength to out muscle big bodies like Austin... clearing the ball out of harms way. Straight to a incoming midfielder from Team 3.

Midfielder then passes to a attacker, but messes up the touch making Michael with lighting quick speed to get to it

''Stop passing to the attacker they have shit touches'' Michael told the midfielder

Michael now on the left side of the pitch has to go one on one against Eric...

Michael was on form today, scoring three goals earlier and almost scoring past Jacob a couple minutes ago... with a high amount of confidence wanting to do a skill move on his locker to absolutely embarrass Eric.

Drags the ball back, holding the ball between both his feet, flicking his feet backwards, using his heel to flick it over his own head...

Michael hoping for this rainbow flick to execute, over Eric's head, Eric hesitated at first when the rainbow flick was pulled off by Michael...

But...

Eric jumps up high around 40 inches to head the ball away to one of the midfielders on Team 2... Everyone was shocked by how high Eric jumped just then

''What the hell was even that?''

''How is that even possible?''

Midfielder passes back to Eric when he gets back on the ground...

With style and elegance, eyeing up Austin running forward for a header... Eric charges his right foot to ping the ball forwards with the use of his right foot sliding directly into the balls dms from right back all the way to Team 3 net... the goalkeeper was mesmerized how that pass is even possible, losses focus...

Austin leaps towards the ball that perfectly landed directly on top of his head to head the ball into the back of the net... with the whole defence and goalkeeper confused on what just happened.

Ball goes into the back of the net from Austin's header, into the top right corner...

Austin celebrates by running all the way to Eric, screaming at him...

''How the fuck did you manage to ping it from defence all the way pass their defence'' Austin yelled

''Umm it's fácil (easy)''

Austin didn't understand what Eric had just said, but was still amused by what had just happen.

Joe was now questioning his entire life decisions...

''How's the fucker doing this?''

''Real Madrid academy must be insane''

''Is this just luck''

''Then why is he so...''

''Lucky''

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