That was why, when it was announced that the next match was against the Bulldogs, Coach was quick to call him to his office. He’s pretty lean, and has some muscle, though of course, not as defined as his teammates’. The others were just way better than him, he’s not the waterboy, but he might as well just be one instead of just sitting through the match on his phone, at least the waterboy gets to go around, he thinks to himself. Mike was an okay-player, but not good enough to leave the bench. He had to do it right, or else he’ll suffer the consequences. He felt giddy when they tested it on him and Jean, one of his high school’s top soccer players, but now that he was going to do it with someone he barely even knew, he felt a little nervous. They’ve been planning on this for more than a week now, after the matchups for the next game were announced. “You already know what to do, don’t you?” Coach Martin asked, to which Mike started nodding vigorously as he locked his fingers together, cracking and popping them, just to relieve himself of both nervousness and excitement.
