Eventually, the team arrived at the Mexican restaurant. Since there was a couple of hours until the final match, the bus was filled with excited chatter.
Ken got up from his seat and stretched, making sure to not hit his head in the process. If he was honest, he wasn't as excited as his teammates to be playing in the final, mainly because the tournament hadn't been as tough as he'd expected.
'Even the group stage of the U18 World Cup was tougher than this.' He mused.
Of course comparing such things was preposterous. In fact, if he were to explain his dissatisfaction to the coach, he might be slapped in retaliation.
Ken felt a pat on his back, only to see Steve behind him wearing a smile. "Let's go get some Tacos."
Seeing that his friend had recovered from his earlier harsh joke, Ken couldn't help but smile in response. The two made their way off the bus and waited for the rest of the team.
