The Final Season

Chapter 5

Here we go again. Davis was a Manchester United fan, and everytime I said that I resisted the urge to gag. I hated United, maybe because I was a Machester City fan and those two were obvious rivals, but I just couldn't stand them. "Right, when you have Rooney and Persie together you would think that, but City are still the better team." City had won the championship last year, and when I say that that game was crazy, it's an understatement. There was only five minutes left in the game and City needed two goals in order to win the league. United of course were already celebrating because they had won their game and saw that City were down two goals. I had already began to cry out of frustration that my team was right there and it didn't fall for them, but then I watched as Dzeko scored a header to even the score and only have them at a deficit of a goal. I stood so close to the tv that day that I was surprised I didn't get a headache or something.

There wasn't much time left before the end and then my favorite player, Aguero, manuevered through the defense and ended up scoring the winning goal, and then took off his shirt as he ran around the field in pure joy. You couldn't really top a game like that, and just when I thought it couldn't have gotten better, it showed the confused players of United who stopped their little cheering as news came in that City had somehow won the game and they were the champions. Luckily for me and unluckily for Davis, we had practice that evening and I wouldn't let him hear the end of it. 

"Can't you ever just appreciate the Heat?" I asked annoyed and he smirked.

"Okay." He said and I raised my eyebrows. He then walked over to the rest of the team with me in tow with a puzzled expression on my face not knowing what he was up to. "Out of appreciation to the amazing Miami Heat..." He began and I instantly had a grin on my face. "You guys will be running a mile right now." Davis said clapping his hands excitedly and the smile fell from my face. That...that...that devil. He turned around to face me with an amused expression on his face. "There,  I like showing my appreciation for the Heat Grey, maybe I should do this more often, thanks for giving me the idea." He said and I scowled at him. "Lets go guys, on the track, I want your miles under eight minutes." He said and I groaned loudly as I put my sneakers on.

Why was he so evil? Doesn't the school have to do some sort of background check on him and make sure he is credible for being a coach? I mean did they skip past the parts in his resume where it said he previously lived in hell and wanted this job because he loved to inflict pain on children, preferably a girl named Iris Grey? Did they not see that as a red flag! 

After our mile, Davis went to go talk to Olly about what would be best to prepare for our game tomorrow against the Warriors. This was obviously important to him, every game was, but this one held a different meaning. If we won it basically told them to count on this if we make it to the finals again. I could tell that Davis badly wanted to beat the Warriors and that he didn't like the coach of the team. Apparently, they went to school together as well, and did not like each other what so ever. Davis was the soccer star back in his days(prehistoric times) and I guess the coach of the Warriors was always in Davis' shadow. Davis rarely ever talked about his past or his soccer memories so we never asked about the Coach but heard it from other people. So we don't even know if that it true, but if it is the Warrior's coach probably always gives Davis this smug look practically saying yeah you were in the spotlight back then but can't even beat me now.

Even though I complain about how evil Davis is and how much I hate him, which I obviously have a valid reason to do so. I also want to win this for him. I see how bad he wants this and how badly he wants to prove to people that he can coach us to not only make it to section finals but to also win them and be proud of our accomplishments.