[In Progress Log]SOCCER!!!
Dashing forward, Ken breathed hard as his lungs were on fire.
He ran past the imaginary center-line, his eyes only fixed on the black and white ball, blurred in it's momentum.
"Fat chance!"
He spat out, as he caught his friend's attempt to charge from his peripheral vision.
The score was 1-1, just like most of the games they played.
'Damn, did he get faster?'
Ken wondered for a moment as his friend caught up to him again and attempted another steal, this time from the left side.
'But rash as usual.' Ken grinned as he kicked the ball to the right with his right foot to create space, then dodged with a hop.
Cleats dug into the slightly wet ground, and the ground cushioned the forceful steps towards the rolling ball, now bouncing off the side of the road.
'Almost!' Ken bit his lips as he quickly glanced at his watch. Only two minutes left until the game up time!
Finally reaching the ball, Ken smiled as he carried it towards the goal post-
It was almost over, and he had fair chance of scoring!
"The lunch is on you bud!"
Confident, Ken yelled out merrily as he sharply turned the ball around, eying his friend couple steps away.
It was no time to boast, and he once again kicked the ball mid-air, to catch it with his chest in a moment-
except that didn't happen as his friend snatched the ball away from him.
As he dashed for his dear life, to catch up with his pal he felt sweat rolling down and dropping onto his shirt once again.
Ken tackled, his mind only fixated on the ball. The rough ground welcomed the youth, slowing his movement down as it was slightly wet from the rain earlier this afternoon.
A contact! Ken smiled as he felt the ball touch his left foot, only to frown as the ball rolled into the slosh.
He was glad he brought a change of clothes.
He ran past the imaginary center-line, his eyes only fixed on the black and white ball, blurred in it's momentum.
"Fat chance!"
He spat out, as he caught his friend's attempt to charge from his peripheral vision.
The score was 1-1, just like most of the games they played.
'Damn, did he get faster?'
Ken wondered for a moment as his friend caught up to him again and attempted another steal, this time from the left side.
'But rash as usual.' Ken grinned as he kicked the ball to the right with his right foot to create space, then dodged with a hop.
Cleats dug into the slightly wet ground, and the ground cushioned the forceful steps towards the rolling ball, now bouncing off the side of the road.
'Almost!' Ken bit his lips as he quickly glanced at his watch. Only two minutes left until the game up time!
Finally reaching the ball, Ken smiled as he carried it towards the goal post-
It was almost over, and he had fair chance of scoring!
"The lunch is on you bud!"
Confident, Ken yelled out merrily as he sharply turned the ball around, eying his friend couple steps away.
It was no time to boast, and he once again kicked the ball mid-air, to catch it with his chest in a moment-
except that didn't happen as his friend snatched the ball away from him.
As he dashed for his dear life, to catch up with his pal he felt sweat rolling down and dropping onto his shirt once again.
Ken tackled, his mind only fixated on the ball. The rough ground welcomed the youth, slowing his movement down as it was slightly wet from the rain earlier this afternoon.
A contact! Ken smiled as he felt the ball touch his left foot, only to frown as the ball rolled into the slosh.
He was glad he brought a change of clothes.