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CHAPTER SEVEN Trent Crimm, the Independent
THE ENTIRE MORNING, TED HAS BEEN WALKING ON EGGSHELLS.Bear figured it was because of the whole Trent Crimm thing. Ever since he had barged into the room in a slight panic, she knew that he'd be off a bit. Even Beard couldn't lighten the mood.
Little did they know that a majority of the time, he was planning. He was going to win over Trent Crimm the same was he was going to win over Roy Kent and the remainder of the team. He just needed everything to be perfect. Training had been going on for hours, nearing the end, when a new body reached the pitch. Bear was the first to look, spotting the trendy journalist as he watched the boys run up and down the pitch.
"Crimm on your right," Bear exhaled, moving back to her place, focusing her attention on getting some good shots for practice. They had another game approaching and she had to get the perfect shot for the announcement poster. Ted nodded his head in appreciation. "Alright, let's run that new one!" Ted shouted at the boys.
Excitement flushed through Bear's veins. She wanted to get another shot of Sam scoring. She broke away from their line to approach the line, but not too closely. Her camera was eye level, finger ready to mash the button when the time was right. "Hey, there he is," Ted greeted Trent pleasantly, wearing his best smile. The boys were getting ready, Bear taking a knee. She could see Sam perfectly through the lens.
Click. Click. Click.
"Hello, Coach Ted Lasso from America," Trent Crimm responded. She sat back with a small smile. "Hello, Trent Crimm from The Independent. Hey, excited to spend the day with ya. Gonna be fun." Bear snorted to herself. She couldn't imagine having a journalist breathing down her neck every second of the day. "And, please, call me Ted."
Bear took a seat, crossing her legs under her. She found her perfect spot to get that perfect shot. Ted blew his whistle one more time and the play commenced. The players moved with purpose. Bear followed the ball, watching as it was lobbed and then passed to Sam. Click. He shot and scored, the members of his team coming to congratulate him. All except Jamie.
