Chapter 67: Friendly Competition
Omari stared blankly for a few seconds. He had calmed down once he heard the phrase 'wall of punishment'. He didn't need a soothsayer to tell him that there probably a punishment attached to getting carded in a training match.
5'
Once again, Omari was on the ball. It seemed as if completing a take on against the right back earlier made his teammates somewhat confident of his abilities.
Like the last time, Omari found himself one on one with the right back. He had a cocky smirk on his face as he approached the right back.
Stepover. Stepover.
Omari completed two stepovers, driving the ball slightly forward with each stepover forcing the right back to move back slightly. He completed another stepover and once he realized that the right back was about to make the tackle, he passed the ball back to the center.
It was at that moment that Omari realized why wingers these days were so boring when compared to the past. If he was looking to nutmeg or dribble into the box, the right back didn't let him. The right back positioned himself in a way such that he would easily turn around and block Omari from getting to the ball if Omari put it through his legs, while Omari didn't see any space he could exploit to dribble into the box.
13'
This time, it was the opposing team that was on the counter. Jack went on a brilliant solo dribbling run before offloading it into the left flank. The opposition's left winger got hold of the ball and dribbled into the box, setting himself up for a shot.
The winger made no mistake from the edge of the box. His shot crashing on the roof of the net.
Instead of celebrating, he ran in front of Omari. "Beat that kid, I dare you". He said with a smile on his face.
If it were any of the other newly promoted players that the winger spoke to in such a manner, then they would've seen it as a the winger trying to start something, but Omari was much more sensible. The amicable tone with which he talked, the smile on his face. To Omari, it was nothing more than a bit of friendly competition.
"You're on" Omari smirked.
The left winger seemed to be mildly surprised at the lack of fear on Omari's face. He stretched out his hand. "My name is Samuel, but you can call me Sammy. Everyone calls me Sammy. Sammy or I'll kill you"
A bead of sweat formed on Omari's forehead when he heard Sammy's introduction. How the hell did he planning on getting a girlfriend if he introduced himself like that.
Omari shook Sammy's hand. "My name is Omari, but you can call me Omari. Everyone calls me Omari-" Omari was cut off mid sentence.
"Haha, very funny" Sammy said sarcastically before rushing off to his side of the pitch.
19'
Omari was on the ball again. This time he was at the middle of the field, the ball inches away from the sideline. He was currently pressured by Mark Crooks (Attacking Midfielder).
Goddamnit! Who taught that idiot midfielder how to pass?! Who passes someone the ball when they're this close to an opponent?!
Omari was filled with everything but praise for the midfielder who passed him the ball. But he couldn't afford to think of that right now, he had to get out of the sticky situation that he was currently in.
Stepover. Stepover.
He tried doing a few stepovers, but Mark wasn't budging. A few more players rushed towards where Omari was in hopes of pressuring the ball away from him.
Seeing that he would be backed up by his teammates, Mark made the tackle.
Now!
That split second, when Mark's legs parted to make the tackle, Omari kicked the ball in between his legs and rushed after it. The other players that were there tried to kick the ball away from Omari's legs but Omari, much to his surprise, managed to keep the balla way from their legs.
After moving past his markers, Omari was met with an abundance of space on the left wing. The right back that pushed him earlier went to mark him but Omari easily ran past him. By the time he stopped, he was already at the edge of the box. He dribbled into the ball and found himself one on one with a center back. Instead of trying to dribble however, he just passed the ball to his team's striker who was unmarked inside the box.
The striker made no mistake and placed the ball into the bottom corner.
...
"What do you think about him?" Michael asked the figure beside him.
The figure was somewhat chubby and short, the track suit he was wearing covered up most of that though. He was fair skinned and had a huge mass of hair growing around his lips.
"I think he's a phenomenal talent. One to watch for the future" The man replied.
"I thought so too" Michael smiled. "But he has to work on some things if he wants to make it to the highest level"
"He's quite feisty isn't he?" The man chuckled.
"Might be too energetic for his own good" Michael said.
"If that's all then I think that there's nothing wrong" The man shrugged. "What are the odds of him getting into a fight during a match"
Michael thought for some seconds then nodded in agreement. Truly, what were the odds?
A/N: I decided to write this before United plays against Bayern Munich so I won't be to depressed to write. Pray for me lads, my mental health for the rest of the year is on the line tonight, and this weekend.
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