"Boo"
The thunderous shouts of the fans in the stands echoed through out the entire stadium.
"Am sure that guy placed a bet against our team" A voice shouted among the fans to which other collectively agreed.
"He must have being paid to make us lose" The crowd continued to shout indignantly and rain of plastics bottles fell on the pitch.
In the middle of all this was a young man who seemed to be in his late twenties, dressed in red and black football jerseys, his eyes we're listless as he continued to stare into space completely ignoring everything going on around, and he couldn't control the tears that gathered at the corner of his eyes threatening to roll down his cheeks.
"Is this really the end for me" Caesar asked himself and his mind couldn't help but wander back to the previous day's discussion with the coach.
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"Caesar the higher ups are considering terminating your contract " The coach said with a solemn expression "and with the way you have being performing since your arrival it no surprise" The coach paused before continuing.
"If you perform just as bad against Girona in tomorrow's game then I am afraid there is nothing I can do to help you I already tried my best" The coach said.
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Caesar couldn't help but clench his teeth in frustration and mumbled "what wrong with me " He asked himself as he slowly stood up Making his way out of the field,trudging slowly through the tunnel as the tears that welled up in his eyes began to trickle down his cheeks.
After a few minutes of walking he soon stopped in front of the locker room door and he could hear the muffle shouts of people in there, maybe because of the sound insulation in the room he couldn't really hear what they were saying but he definitely heard his name.
Gathering his courage Ceasar wiped his cheeks and took a deep breath before pushing q open the door and steping inside, his arrival immediately garnering all the attention in the room on himself. Mumbles of discontent filled the room immediately they all saw him.
"Well If isn't the star of the club" A snarky voice said in a teasing tone his voice rising above all the others and a young man walked towards him, dressed only in his jersey shorts showcasing his extremely chseled abs and prominent chest
"what were you doing out there" He said with a sinister smile on his face as he slicked his long blonde hair back with a sweeping motion "we're you perhaps intentionally trying to make us lose" The boy accused.
"Karl what are you talking about" Caesar asked with a confused expression not understanding what his friend was talking about.
"With the way you were playing it seemed as if you were playing bad intentionally so we could lose but why" Karl paused for a while before continuing "did you perhaps want us to lose since the beginning" Karl continued to question
"What are you talking about Karl I tried my best out there" Caesar asked his voice dripping with coldness
Suddenly the door to the locker room was open interrupting the exchange of words and the coach entered with an angry expression
"Caesar why did you do it" The coach asked with a serious expression, that showed he was not joking
"I don't understand coach" Caeser said not understanding what was going on, because even though he had performed badly on the pitch several times the backlash was never this severe especially from his team mates and best friend.
"Are you still trying to play dumb" The coach asked, his face purple from anger vein popping on his forehead "fine, it seems your dead won't cry until it sees the coffin" The coach said as he brought out a piece of paper and handed it to the perplex Caesar.
Immediately after he saw what was on the paper his heart couldn't help but skip a beat, it was a betting slip against his current team for a whooping sum of 500,000 pounds and the name Jalen Caesar boldly written on top.
"Coach I swear I know nothing about this " Caesar immediately tried to defend himself but before he could continue, the coach shut him off.
"Oh I don't think you need to further explain anything" The coach said "I gave you so many chances but you always seem to let me down at every turn" The coach said showing a crack of emotion in his cold demeanor, that he quickly covered up as he stormed off.
"Pack your bags Caesar you will be out of here soon" Karl said, causing a wave of laughter in the room.
"Why are you doing this Karl.... You are my friend you ought to believe me... You know I would never do such a thing" Caesar said his voice cracking with emotion as the tears he tried so much to hold and control freely slid down his cheeks.
His tears only seemed to be a cause of laughter for his team mates who immediately burst out laughing
"Say Caesar, I even believe you for a second. Then can you explain to me why the betting slip was found in your locker and only you can have access to your locker, plus it your signature on the slip" Karl asked with a sneer, shutting up Caesar who could not say anything else.