Post by Christopher Daea on Apr 10, 2007 13:00:01 GMT -5
It was saturday around 7 pm. The sky was dark and the ligh posts were shinging down on the field so the players could see. More than anything Chris or C or C-Dog to the football team, loved soccer. The school didn't have a team. SO he hooked onto a local team. One of the better players on the team, he was playing forward. His hair sort of fell to his head, he had been playing for an hour now. Sweat ran down the back of his nack. Soccer was a tiring game, but he loved it. The running up and down feild. His eyes went to the guy infront of him who was starting off with the ball. Meanwhile the crowd seemed to have grown instead of disapated.
