Saturday Football

Saturday Afternoon

Mark would have been lying to say that he didn’t miss playing football for the college team.

The Heathrow Eagles were back and it was Mark’s first game since the tragic car accident that destroyed Bryce’s Rolls Royce while at the same time, breaking the quarter back’s leg.

As they walked out onto the field, Mark felt bad to see Bryce standing on the sidelines, still unable to play. He looked over at the blonde hair jock as he waited for the back up quarterback to call the play.

Bryce stared back with a deadly anger in his eyes. If looks could kill, Mark would be dead on the field.

Somehow, he chose to allow Mark to play when he could have easily kicked him off the team. It showed just how much he valued the success of the team over his own personal vendettas.

Unfortunately for the Heathrow Eagles, it was a miserable afternoon in the bright sunshine. With an already poor side, losing their superstar QB was just too much to cover.

They went down to the Sharks, 48-3 in an ugly blowout.

The mood after the game in the change rooms wasn’t great, to say the obvious.

“What a fucking joke,” Dixon exclaimed as the boys entered the locker rooms.

It infuriated Mark that the **** was still allowed to play football as everyone seemed to continue ignoring the fact that he was a bad person. Hearing him speak out made him clench his own fists.

“Three fucking points, what chance are we to fucking win a game when you idiots can only put three points on the scoreboard,” he continued.

“You and the defence gave away 48 points cunt,” one of the other boys then said, mid way though taking off his gear.

Dixon walked up to him in the rooms, giving away plenty of height, “You want to go Ross?”

That was when Bryce walked in and slammed his fist against the side of one of the red lockers. It was loud enough for everyone to quiet down to a whisper.

He held his stare across the room before speaking out.

“If I hear one more person blame someone else for today’s loss, I’ll kick that person off the team,” he said in a strong loud voice.

Bryce walked slowly around the room, looking his teammates in the eye, “You all played as bad as the guy sitting next you so I don’t want to hear anything from any of you tonight. You all show up Monday for training and we work ten times harder. No excuses.”

He stopped in the middle of the room, taking a good look at everyone before turning around and leaving them to get changed.

An eerie silence remained for the next ten minutes.