I awoke from my sleep and brushed my teeth. I got on the clothes they put in my closet. I walk out to see 10 other people.
"Oh, hello! Are you our eleventh?" Some guy with blonde hair said.
"I guess so!" I said with a smile on my face.
There was a intercom, we heard a voice come from it.
"Hello, midfielders. Today you will get your rankings, the clothes you put on are technology, whatever number you are is how high up your strength in the sport is out of all of you."
My clothes were changing and racking numbers. My teammates got theirs. 100, 86, 276, 13, 45, 68, 90, 43, 7, and 264. My number is…is…
EHHH??
I'm number 2?!? We have a number 7 as well? How overpowered is this team. BUT HOW AM I NUMBER 2? This has to be a mistake.
"It is not a mistake if you thought that, you will face 5 other teams and the top 8 teams will go through. Take that as you will."
I look to see everyone looking at me. The 276 walked up to me and said,
"PLEASE CARRY US TO THE WIN NUMBER 2!"
He yelled.
"Woah, Woah. My name is Pedro! Not number 2!"
We all introduced ourself and got ready for our next game. Apparently the highest rank in Team Stars is 12. So hopefully this is going to be more of a challenge as I think it's not going to be.
Both teams enter the field. It seems this team excels in 'fun'.
As we enter the pitch, everyone is darting their eyes on me. I think it's because I'm the highest rank on the field. Me personally, I'm going to look closely at number 12 and 7. They gotta be more impressive than me.
The scoreboard is counting down. 3, 2, 1.
KICK OFF.
Number 12 is positioning himself in our favor. What's his play? He's on the opposite side of the field. Well, time to ruin his day.
I sprint across the field while stopping perfectly in front of number 12.
My teammates are looking at me weirdly but I guess they don't care what I do since I'm number 2.
"What's your play, 2?" Number 12 said to me while trying to get by me. Of course I didn't let him.
"I'm not letting you get the ball," I smile at him.
"You'll have to cross my dead body." I said while guarding his feet. Wait? Number 23, he has the ball? Since when?
"It's not me you should be worried about." Number 12 said without budging at all. He snickered.
Number 23 on the opposition side, he is running with great speed, he's getting past everyone. I have to stop him, I start darting across the field to catch up to him, he has short jet black hair.
"Ohoho? I'm sorry number 2, but the only way your defeating the stars is if you attack, and by the way you're playing, I can tell that's not your strong suit." He laughs while accelerating faster. The GK was a goal keeper back before he was a midfielder, he has this right? Jet black gets in the position to shoot, and I can't believe it.
Number 7! (Lofi)
"Sorry 23, this belongs to me." Lofi said before tackling 23 off the ball.
Lofi seems like a very serious person, he has black hair that goes to his shoulders in a spiky way, and he has bags under his brown eyes. He didn't tell us much about his skills.
"KOSARIO" (43)
"GOT IT BOSS." Kosario controlled the ball sloppily but he accelerated quickly.
I quickly repositioned myself to get that ball passed to me.
"Oh, no you don't." 12 came up from behind me to intercept anything. Ugh, this is a pain.
"YOU'RE MINE, 12!" Philip (13) came out of nowhere and buddied 12 off of me.
"Thanks, Phil." I said while smiling at 12. He looks frustrated he can't get passed 13.
"PEDRO!" He kicks a ping towards me.
"ALLEY OOP." What? Number 52 just jumped 3 feet! He headed it towards number 99 on his team. 99 controlled it perfectly, and passed sloppily to 23, Lofi quickly caught up to him.
"Oh no you don't number 7!" 23 hit a through ball to 56 right outside the penalty area, the goalkeeper just barely got a touch on it and they scored.
1-0 on the scoreboard. 4 minutes played. Lofi looks fed up. Team Stars got together and looked at me.
"Whatever happens," number 52 says while wiping away a cold sweat, "We are not letting you get the ball, number 2."
Lofi came up from behind me.
"You got quite the fan club, Pedro. Did they watch your highlights?" Lofi said while smiling, "How bout this, I pass you the ball you get us a goal." Lofi said while putting a thumb up.
Johan (276) added to that. "Yeah, just pass number 2 the ball and then we win." We all got into our positions.
"I told you, my name is Pedro." I said while ready to get a goal contribution.
KICK OFF.
They managed to make me not get the ball for another 30 minutes. But other than that nothing happened, but the Stars look tired. Most of our team are tired team except for me and Lofi.
"PEDRO!" He signaled me over.
I walked over to him, "Yeah?"
"When kick off starts I'm going to pass it to you. Whatever you do. You cannot pass it anywhere else." Alrighty, might be a challenge but I can handle it.
37 minutes in, on the verge of half-time.
KICK OFF.
The ball gets passed to me. And I see 4 players coming at me at once. 12 tried to slide tackle the ball away from me, I moved it away and watched him slide. I move forward. 52 is coming right toward me, my teammate is right next to me, should I respect Lofi's wishes or the teams?
This is a pain. I'm just going to continue. I okacha flick over 52, just high enough so he can't reach it. And I continue, I'm close to my shooting range. Huh? They're blocking the way. My god, I could shoot here but, i don't know if I can. Well I'm trying to become the best so why not. I get into my shooting position.
Number 12? I move the ball away from the original position and I see him sliding through the second time. I point at him and snicker.
Wait.
I look around, waiting. Waiting for a catalyst.
Not yet, I move forward and keep dribbling past the opposite team.
Not yet, maybe? No. THERE!
I kick a high through ball and Philip hit a scissor kick to tie us the game!
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
1-1
Halftime.