You could hear the coach shouting c’mon boys lets take a picture in a happy, nasty way. We all got together and slowly Walked to the scoring, green fence. Where we then lined up as if we were in the army getting ready for our next mission. He took the picture and I remember it making me feel worse. We slowly came off the fence and sat down in agony. You could hear the shouting at us asking us questions. If we thought the team was better than us, how do you think you lot played, whats was going on out there and whats your match ratings. I held my head down so I wouldn’t get any grief. It is as if my coach was some sort of eagle scoping for his predator. He spotted me in an instant and started pressuring me to answer him. He said to me so Ramone how do you think you played today. I replied “I don’t know coach you tell me”, in an stroppy way. He than said well I’ll tell you how you played.” To be fair you played alright today, even though we lost. Out of the whole team you played alright. I then looked up at him and felt delighted to know that I didn’t play as bad as the others in my team. I was sitting down on the floor wondering about why my coach didn’t think I played bad, whilst I could hear one of my teammates being pressured to tell my coach how he thought he played. The boy stuttered. He had no words to describe how bad he played. He froze in
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