I Thought I Was A Devil

Season 6 Chapter 2

The match kicked off with Maria’s powerful strike, igniting hope among our team. However, that optimism quickly waned as our defensive line struggled to contain the relentless attacks from the opposing team. Despite Maria’s initial spark, it became apparent that our defense was unable to stem the tide of goals against us. As the score line quickly reached 0-2 in favor of the opponents, frustration bubbled within me. Standing by the window, I anxiously bit my nails, a nervous habit exacerbated by the mounting pressure of the game. The desire for a cigarette gnawed at me, a craving born out of both tension and disappointment. Watching the match unfold, it was evident that Lucia’s team possessed a more cohesive and aggressive approach. Their ability to transition seamlessly between defense and attack highlighted the shortcomings of our strategy, which heavily relied on the prowess of our forwards and midfielders. Although Julie, our goalkeeper, showcased moments of brilliance with crucial saves, she too found herself overwhelmed as our defensive formation faltered under the relentless barrage of shots. Each goal conceded served as a stark reminder of the importance of a solid defensive backbone in the face of formidable opposition.

Turning around, I felt agitation bubbling within as I stared at my bag, then shook my head in disbelief. “No… this must be part of their pathetic scheme to divert my attention,” I muttered to myself, frustration evident in my voice. Taking a seat on the bench, I tapped my restless legs, impatience gnawing at me. Subconsciously, my fingers gravitated towards my bag, unzipping it with a sense of resignation. Retrieving the jersey and black shorts, I let out a heavy sigh, knowing what needed to be done. Standing up, I made my way to the window, the halftime whistle echoing in the background. The score line read 2-5, our team’s faces mirroring exhaustion, with Bella sidelined due to injury after a valiant attempt to block the ball. The opposition, led by Lucia, seemed relentless, their energy seemingly endless.

Another sigh escaped my lips as I realized the futility of stubbornness in this situation. I could devise new strategies later, but for now, conceding defeat was the only rational choice. If we lost this match, it would spell disaster for us. With a resolve forming within me, I shed my current attire, donning the jersey and shorts before making my way towards the classroom door, stepping out into the corridor. It was time to set aside my ego and make a pragmatic decision. I would allow Maria’s triumph, at least for this round. Though it had been years since I last played in a team or competitive tournament, doubts crept into my mind about whether I still possessed the fitness and skill to contribute effectively. Each step towards the field heightened my anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest. As I approached the ground, all eyes turned towards me, their gazes fixated on the jersey out of curiosity.

I placed my hands in my pockets while taking a deep breath and walking towards Bella who was sitting on the bench with her eyes moist and knees bruised. Taking out my hand from my pocket, I placed my hand gently on her shoulder as she looks up with her eyes painted red with shame. Noticing my outfit, she bit her lower lip and looks away feeling embarrassed.

Me: Well played. (I smiled while patting her shoulder to encourage her)

Bella: Lies…..(she murmurs before looking at me with a faint smile)

Emilia: What are you doing here? And from where did you steal that jersey? (She said grabbing my collar) I can’t believe that you have stooped  so low.

Me: Nice joke. (I laughed)

Emilia: You!! (She shouts)

Victoria: We have given her the jersey. (She said standing beside me along with the other members)

Jules: What are you doing here, Anne? (She asks)

Me: I have decided to replace Bella in the second half of the match. (I said tanking away Emilia’s hand from my collar).