Football singularity



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"You can't let me suffer alone … ahem I mean we came together so we will buy a present together," he told me with a resolute expression cutting off any retreat paths for me to avoid this calamity.

"I think she would appreciate a watch more since it is practical and all," I told him trying to pick a safer option that she couldn't outright dismiss as wasteful spending. Especially since from what I understand from some of their conversations they need to be careful with their spending because of the financial crises a few years ago.

Luckily, they didn't have money invested in mortgages thus avoiding the brunt of the crises. However, their primary business took a slight hit as people began to panic and spend less. Not sure what happened in the end, but they ended up investing money to help them grow their business. However, that event left a dark shadow for them, and Mum started to be more careful with their spending.

"Maybe you are right" Dad answered me wavering in his stance of wanting to get the necklace after having considered the consequence of angering Mum. The old manager's expression visibly darkened upon seeing him waver. I can't blame him though he was so close to making a big sale.

"Sir we also have watches, Good watches, Beautiful watches," he stated with a wide smile as he eagerly led us to a display case with different watches in them. Not wasting a second, he expertly picked out 3 elegant-looking watches.

They were all much more slender than those made for men and had softer colours meant to blend in and not flaunt. The first one was a light gold Rolex with silver metals built in to make it more elegant. The second watch was a rose gold Bulgari watch which arguably looks more beautiful, and I could actually see Mum wearing it.

To this day I still don't understand the point of that board as the coach only uses it to show us the lineup and forgets about it once, he starts explaining tactics. I Like the fact that he doesn't use the board when explaining tactics as it forces me to really think about his instructions. But looking at his expression he doesn't seem too happy about something.

"How are you feeling Kid?" He asked me making direct eye contact with me causing me to instantly panic. Even though I haven't done anything wrong his presence when he asked me that question makes me feel guilty.

"Emm, just a little cold nothing to worry about," I told him quickly averting our eye contact as that sense of guilt intensified. His expected outrage never came though as he just sighed and was just silent seemingly lost in thought.

Peaking at him he just smiled lightly as he started writing something on his clipboard. Judging by his expression he just took me off the starting line-up and although I wanted to plead my case his calm demeanour through me off a little. A second later he brought the back of his hand to my forehead to check my temperature. His serious expression depended on a little if that was even possible as he seemed to confirm his worries.

"I thought as much," he said in a warm voice breaking the silence that had been created between the both of us. "Kid you're not starting anymore. Go and let Oliver check u out" he said once again before I could inquire as to what he was thinking but his words completely shocked me.

Even though I was expecting this outcome the moment I realised he knew I was not at 100%. Accepting it is a lot harder than I thought it would be, especially since I feel like I could easily soldier through it. However, the coach didn't deem to entertain that Idea in the slightest hence his decision to bench me.

"Ok coach," I answered him knowing that arguing further with him wouldn't lead anywhere. Sighing I tightened the strings on my hoodie and quickly made my way over to Trainer Oliver. He was currently busy helping Henric with some stretches aimed at getting him back to full fitness.

His recovery has gone rather well, and he has even participated in some training sessions to ease him back. However, for some reason coach hasn't let him play yet and by the looks of it, he might not this year. At this very moment, he was doing sumo squats under the guidance of trainer Oliver.

"Yo, what's up Oliver coach sent me for a check-up not really sure why though," I told the man who was sending me a confused glace the moment I appeared at his side. Upon hearing my words, he frowned slightly placing his hand on my forehead to measure my temperature.

"Looks like you have a slight fever I'm going to give you some aspirin and you should be fine," he told me with a comforting smile leading me to his med kit and taking out the meds I needed. 

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To Be Continued... 

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