**21-08-2012**
"Here! Here!" Benjamin called out in a sharp and clear voice as he darted into space while his hand raised to signal for the ball.
Martens who was wearing a matching red bib with Benjamin, spotted him from the center of the makeshift pitch and fired a tricky low pass through the narrow gap between two defenders in front of him.
The ball skimmed the grass while spinning slightly as it reached Benjamin's feet.
With a quick touch to pause his run, Benjamin controlled it and scanned the field in a single glance.
His marker, Marcellis, closed in fast to avoid giving him enough time and room to think, but Benjamin was quick to react.
He feinted left before cutting sharply to his right, leaving Mercellis with outstretched hands and trying to bring him down but Benjamin was quite nimble as he avoided the pair of clippers.
