"What a waste of time!" Dean shouted, waving his arms around. "With twenty shots on target, you would expect at least one goal against San Jose. Abraham Terrazas is a great goal keeper, but really? How could we have known he was this good!"
"well, Dean, we have played them three times before this," Fargo mentioned. "It's not like we didn't know what to expect."
"But he stopped a last minute penalty! How?! Even Jurgen Coeman isn't that good!"
"It's kind of hard to make Coeman even look good when you have players like Jonathan "Atomic Flea" Faña nutmegging him for goals, or even Sean "Black Panther" Fraser. His long shot made Coeman look like a child on the play ground."
Dean scoffed, "If you're going to support the other team, then as they say in San Jase, buenos noches!" Dean stomped out of the room leaving Fargo to do the rest of the post match report.
"Well, fans, at least we can take a positive from this game: we didn't lose that badly. But, we should move on to our next game against Gabbindon and the Liffan Isles where last time, we had a four-one win at home. They have gone one-two-and seven so far, with their last game against Abanhfleft resulting in a one-zero loss.
I think we'll have the upper hand in this one, though Burnie O'nielle and company should look out for some key players such as: David Ossen, a vetera of the national team. With well over one-hundred goals it is easy to see why he is their first choice striker.
His accomplices Samuel Lennon and Peter Cranning are both also veterans with over one-hundred goals between them. They are all very dangerous, so expect them to want some revenge, especially since they have officially been knocked out of any chance of qualifying.
Ted Durrant, one of their most experienced defenders will also be on the look out for some heads. He is one of the few that know what it takes to win and as a defender, he knows well enough that four goals is unacceptable. i doubt it'll be something that happens again.
Between all of their goal keepers, I must say from the footage I've seen of Jack Gosling, he'll make the best choice for the game next week. Cameron Hatter is also good, but could use some improvement.
Alright, folks. Before Dean crosses a street without looking, I must find him. So long and goodnight."
Eddy Haphazard dug into his barbecue and salad from the Meat Boss Restaurant in the wee hours of the night after the game against San Jose. His room in the Fire Hotel gave a perfect view of the Fuego Volcano out of his window. None of his room lights were on. The pillows and blankets were scattered across the bed. Eddy sat in a chair pulled from the desk against the wall. It was placed so he could see out of the window. Eddy could not sleep, despite taking pills to help, so instead he grabbed some leftovers from the mini-refridgerator across the room. For a while he sat and watched the night sky above the silhouette of the volcano. It was peaceful. Nothing abrasive or rough. Everything was in its place and would stay there dutifully. The sky was calming to him. He thought he might fall asleep until he remembered the plate of food in his hands. He finished it off, set it on the desk, and continued watching the night sky.
Thoughts creeped into his head. What if you never qualify... What if the coach thinks you're not good enough... What if your team thinks you're not good enough... For a moment, Eddy had a swell of anxiety that threatened to make him double over, but he took a deep breath, steepled his fingers, and began focusing on what was then. The maroon carpet. The black sky. His blue pajamas. The white ceiling. He brushed his hand across his pajama shorts and took note in his focus that they were soft and fluffy. After doing this for almost half of an hour, his anxiety was gone, replaced with a feeling of joie de vivre.
Eddy wanted to dance then, but his legs were too tired after the game. Even when he had it cut ten minutes short for Alex Sorrel to come on, he was still tired. At least the next game would be easier, he thought. The game against San Jose reminded him of when he was a boy, trying to steal the ball from his father in the front yard. Of course, there was no professional football league in Walkany at that time, but his father was renowned for being the best in the neighborhood. Even when Eddy had hit his growth spurt, it had felt impossible to even push past his father. He never understood it. He seemed so good. Only if he could be here now. I wonder where he is. Eddy felt his anxiety starting to spark again, so he crushed it into the back of his mind before it could get ahold of him.
His phone lit up. It was a video game poker: his wife had sent one of those frustrating game invites that allows the invitee to get more points. She's still awake? Eddy thought incredulously. He got on the game "Macaroni Masters", a food game in which the main object was to match as many different cards of different categories of food into their respective groups. There were other parts of the game, but those were unimportant. Eddy challenged his wife to a game and waited a few moments. She accepted. Then, the fun began and ran on until dawn when Eddy conked out and his wife defeated him, while quickly realizing that he was no longer awake. She sent him a goodnight text with a kissy face and went to sleep herself. It was not until several hours later that someone bothered to wake Eddy up for the flight back to Walkany.
