The A-Team goalkeeper sat on the ground, resting his elbows on his knees. He had launched himself at the ball, leaving his position to close the angle, but Lucas had beaten him with a simple touch.
"The son of a bitch is good..." he muttered to himself, shaking his head in a slight, bitter laugh.
Lucas walked back to the center of the field with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. As he passed the center circle, he heard Nathan, the boy with the long brown hair.
"It was a good move, but... it's good to pass the ball, okay?" Nathan's voice was cold and direct, like an order.
Lucas just nodded, focused. "Relax, Nathan. I'm just doing what I have to."
The ball rolled again after the goal, and Team A began to advance with possession. The atmosphere among the players remained charged, and Team B knew there was no room for relaxation. After all, even though they were two goals up again, they were still being watched.
