Time to work

If that old man thinks thai guy could replace me then I guess I have to put him in his place. Sure he might be decent but I am and always will be the star.

As I walk over to the rest of the squad to introduce myself to the new guys and start warming up my competition turns my way as the team captain Stan a 6ft defensive midfielder whispers to him and points towards me. Clearly pointing out who the real boss is haha.

A strong black hand reaches out to greet my own small pale one and as they grasps one another I feel a taste of the strength my competitor possesses. He smirks as I grimace in pain before a smooth deep voice breaks the silence that had gathered around us.

"So. You're the star player? Really? How old are you like 12?" The cocky prick taunts.

"Even if I was 12 I'd still be better than you. So what if you're bigger than me, have you ever seen Lionel Messi? C'mon dude size doesn't matter what matters is what happens out on that pitch." I reply snarkily as he releases my hand from his **** grip and begin to juggle the ball before kicking it 45 yards into the back of coaches bald head.

"Bullseye haha" I laugh to myself "lets see what you can do then".