Elian breathed heavily as he stared at the celebrating Manchester United. It was a bit annoying to him, did Gavin have a magic shoe on? How did he manage to keep on dribbling him?
Elian wiped the forming sweat off his face and walked towards the center of the pitch where he placed the ball.
"Hey Meta." Elian called.
"Mm?" Meta replied, his voice distant like someone that was in thought.
Elian sighed. "Why do I bother with playmaking?"
Meta didn't quite understand the question. In times like this, Elian subconsciously blocked him away from his thoughts so he couldn't read Elian's mind.
"I've been such a fool." Elian said to Meta.
Meta chuckled lightly. "Of course you are, don't tell me you're just finding out." Elian shrugged. "I'm just finding out."
Meta laughed. "You're the luckiest sports man in the world, with minimal effort from you and the system's help; you can make history, but what? Play making? Make that a part time job."
