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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Feb 26, 2009 0:10:55 GMT -8
Matrim had the teams set up, 11 on each side with subs. Matrim himself? He was a goal keeper. He used to play forward, but with his eye patch he had horrible aim kicking the ball into the goal. And he knew that it'd be easier to be a goalie since he knew where the ball would be going generally when it was kicked to him. And it wasn't like he had to practice great aim when kicking off. But before they started he decided to call out and make sure there weren't other kids that wanted to join in.
"Alright, so we got everything set up, I hope you all know the rules, because I may not have depth perception but I know a dirty player when I see one. And I do know the difference between being injured and just taking a fall," He said eying the kids in the general area.
Guess I got to get into sports and such with this new title, such a shame. It's been entirely too long since I've played.... oh well.... guess I got to start sometime....
"Before we get started, is there anyone else who would like to jump in? Either on the shirts team or the no shirts team," Matrim of course, was on the no shirts team.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Feb 26, 2009 21:47:23 GMT -8
A bright sunny day spelled good news for Gabriel it had been some time since he’d gotten any physical activity besides fighting. And the business he’d been dealing with was starting to wear on his patience. Buyers and sellers in this economy bothered him so; there was never any market for growth unless you were constantly on it. That among other things brought him to the field that day, the second of which he had heard of a new varsity captain and of course he’d been informed of a certain game of football. Or at least that’s how it was referred to back home here it was soccer.
Gabriel strut out onto the field where there was a mass of other players strewn about none seemed all too intimidating, they were just like every wannbe kid out there, either to impress a girl, suppress homosexual urges, or earn a name for themselves. Pathetic.
"Before we get started, is there anyone else who would like to jump in? Either on the shirts team or the no shirts team,"
Gabriel’s eyes shot up to the bigger on, he’d assumed that it was the school captain, he smirked taking the shirts side just so he’d be able to bump heads with this guy. He played defense, and then when the time called for it he’d bring it up the middle.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Feb 26, 2009 22:03:56 GMT -8
Matrim and the rest of his team took their shirts off, tossing them to the side. People would be able to see a vertical scar on Matrim's chest over his heart. It was a surgical scar from quite a long time ago, if anybody knew anything about this scar they would know that Matrim had heart surgery. He kicked the game ball they were starting with over to the center, as his team stepped out onto the field he didn't talk to the other team, only his team. He didn't know there names, and he didn't care to learn them. He'd have nicknames for all of them soon enough anyway.
"Spikey," Matrim said to the kid with a spiked mohawk, "You play forward right? We're gonna play three-four-three formation. You take center, watch over the other guys. If someone needs a break on that side of the field signal me," Matrim said and then ran to his goal, a whistle hanging from his neck. He would be the one to signal the start of the game. He got to the edge of the box in front of his goal and called out to the field, "Shirts start off, on my whistle the forty five minute half starts!"
He didn't pay attention to the shirts, only the non shirts as they got into position. Three hanging back on defense. Four would play midfield, and three were ready to charge the ball to the other side of the field should the be lucky enough to get it. Matrim put the whistle in his mouth, if someone wanted to play they'd only need to find someone to sub for on either side, waving someone over and call out 'Sub'.
And with that Matrim whistled, the game started....
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Feb 26, 2009 22:19:09 GMT -8
As the game started and the Varsity Captain’s whistle blew, Gabriel wasted no time in taking the ball; he sprinted forward from his defensive position. It was a rather strange deception as he cleared yards of the field in moments slide tackling a shirtless guy with the ball before he propelled himself back by tucking his body up into a roll as he followed the ball up the center. Four midfielders would be on him in moments as he pranced down the opening he’d made.
The goal was only a few meters away he had to get there. His view noticed the structure of their defense a three-four-three. At this point if he had no back up he’d be screwed but he’d have a chance to intimidate the other players. Gabriel continued down the field swiftly aiming for the school captain. Calling him out.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Feb 26, 2009 22:27:10 GMT -8
Matrim smiled. The guy had backup behind him, but the kid himself seemed pretty fast. A hell of a lot faster then any of his defenders it looked like. And as the guy made his way up, Matrim began looking at the guys chest, not looking at the feet, the feet always lied. The eyes distracted so he looked at the chest. Both of his hands were held slightly outward, elbows slightly tucked in, he moved forward a bit to try and meet the guy a bit ahead of schedule.
One of the defenders attempted to slide tackle the boy, Matrim caught this in the glimmer of his left eye and realized this boy was probably not going to be taken out by a half ass attempt like that, so he didn't drop his guard, he focused on the guys body movements, trying to decide if he was going to take on Matrim's blind side, the right side where his eye patch was, or if he was going to make an attempt at Matrim's own left side where he had a better clearer view.
Let's see what you got kid.....
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Feb 26, 2009 22:35:08 GMT -8
Gabriel came up the center with fiery passion he was so close, ready aim…a defender shot out and tried for a slide tackle, Gabriel countered by clasping the ball between his cleats and performed a short hop over the player and continued his charge forward. He was in range now; here was the decision; left or right? Firing to the left was probably easier due to his eye patch and depth perception however Gabriel wasn’t exactly a cheap player; if he was to win he’d win with honor.
Elongating a finger to where he was going to shoot he pulled back a leg to strike and one two, fire
*Sock*
The ball was off and off with a prayer.
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