SHE

There's SHE: squatting with her high heels, in her typical deep- squat position.

Her stature was slim, her physique trained - that could not be seen through her tailored pantsuit, but he knew what a beauty was hiding under it-,

Even as a middle-aged woman, HER beauty was already visible from afar.  

 HER azure blue eyes were focused on HER team like the eyes of an eagle.

Every now and then SHE changed position, only to run like a tigress in a small circle, while SHE rammed the high heels, with long, purposeful, fast steps into the ground, before SHE returned to HER typical deep-squat position.

He was well aware of it: SHE was more into the game than the players of the team themselves.

HER dyed blonde, short, hair clashed with the soft yellow light of the gym.

Every now and then, the basketball would hit the grate, which caused it to flicker, but this rattled the young players on both teams, much less HER.

Damn! A basket for the opposing team!

He had not followed the game. How so? He was much too busy admiring HER.

Watching HER either closing her eyes and trying to think, despite the extreme noise in the hall!

SHE, completely in a rage, shouting at the top of her voice to her protégés that one of them had to have "the guts" to attack if they wanted to win "today".

SHE, how she jumped up in her emotions and snatched her hands in the air with joy, or beat with fists in the air to control her aggressions.

Since SHE: without restraining her in any kind, had jumped up to chase her fists in the air with an angry expression, only to call immediately thereafter, for him incomprehensible words, in the team, he, who was so focused on HER had also noticed that her team was now behind again.

Now SHE had noticed him! SHE gifted him a flirting twinkle with one eye, to let him understand that he should join HER - better join HER, to sit behind HER in the chair - to be able to observe/follow the game - and of course HER - better.

Still: while he received HER invitation to join HER in the first row of the basketball match, he denied immediately. He already did it during multible matches: Always smiling gentle and softly while declining the invitation.

Because he knew only too well: In the next few seconds, she would be completely back in coach mode again.

And as much as he admired this behavior of HER, from afar: He did not want to come too close to the untamed tigress in her...