Lucky Me

Chapter 19

"Ladies! We got this today! It's now or never. Now get your little asses in the bus or we are going to be late! And we can't have that!" I tell my teammates as we all get in the bus. Today is the big champion game. We have all of our players, well condition, not injured, and ready to win. We are going against our rival team, we always end up with a tie or just barely winning. This whole season was warm up, we are well prepared for this, we are ready to best their sorry asses.

"Layla are you ready?" Leslie asked me as we walked off the bus.

"Yeah. I can't wait. We've got a good conditioned team, bad ass uniforms, and we have the most amazing plays (which are flawless)." I tell her with a big smile.

"I love the new play tho. We've got it down and this will be the first time people see it!" She tells me excitedly.

"Back and Forward. It is perfect. We have got it. It's easy and no one will understand it because it always changes. I love how we work so well with each other."

Back and Forward is our new drill. If we kick off, a forward passes it back to the defense, once it gets to the defense they pass it to the mid-fielders they carry the ball and if they can shoot or pass it back to defense and then to our goalie and our goalie will boot it up to the forwards which they will shoot. If it's not our kickoff once the other forwards kickoff our mid-fielders charge and then they pass it back to the forwards then mid-fielders and defense switch positions and defense make a shot on goal.

"Ladies! Hustle up!" Our coach says as we all get off the bus and grab our gear.

"Get on your gear but listen to me..." I stopped listening she always says the same thing at every game, the only part that isn't the same is right before a game but we are like 30 minutes early. The whole team has the same color cleats but different style and/or brand. Mine are Nike Hypervenom Phatal, they are a teal (mint color), white, and a little bit of black. Mycleats are perfect. I have my hair in a french braid with a matching headband. Everything I'm wearing is matching, hell what the whole team is wearing matches, even our soccer balls. We are a spolied team.