The rhythm of the drill grew faster, and the attackers learned to anticipate each other's movements. Benjamin found himself slipping into the flow, and his touches was growing more instinctive.
"Good, Benjamin!" Martens called after a particularly tight turn and pass. "Keep it up!"
The defenders, however, weren't giving up. Johansson lunged at Adam, forcing a hurried pass that went slightly off-target.
Gudmundsson stretched to recover it, but Reijnen was already there, intercepting the ball.
"Switch!" Gertjan Verbeek's voice cut through the groans of the attackers.
Benjamin rotated out, catching his breath as he moved to the side of the grid.
The next group of players stepped in, their intensity matching the first. Nearby, Gertjan Verbeek prowled the sidelines, his sharp eyes missing nothing.
