The Game

The Game

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~Blurb~ Arrive their first just like every other day, I jump out the car with my ball and start kicking around with my coach and run around to warm up. When my team gets here we all line up and jog to the end of the pitch and back, sprint then a walk finished of with some side steps. The every one gets in a circle and passes the ball around whilst the main striker and I get in to the box and he takes some shots a few on the ground and up high. After a good half hour our coach gets the formation, to start of today its a 4-4-2 formation with me in the goals, the away team kick off and the game begins. ~First Book~
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