Jake
Friday morning, a day before our big match. Coach Brooks and the technical bench were overseeing the training drills. He was in his usual black track suit with initials of his name on his breast area, a whistle around is neck with a black cap and a pair of white boots on his feet, his arms tucked, his head spinning around. Once in a while he would point around and whistle making gestures with his arms before tucking them again. Liam and I with a few strikers were doing free kick drills and for some reason I kept missing the right angle of the goal. A quick furtive glance at Brooks registered some anger. I had to get it right soon or he was going to yell at me.
"You're not yourself today what did that b***h do to you?"
"She inflated my damn tyres and drove me at home only to find Li
