The Last Chance

Mason stopped the ball under his sole and looked at the empty goal in the distance. "Explanations don't work. Goals do." Lucas smiled and tossed him the bottle. "Then you'd better score a few." Mason caught it and took a drink. Far away, the U.S. crest glowed on the training building in the night wind. Three months from now, the World Cup would burn through every city in the country. Everyone was waiting for heroes. But heroes usually were not waited into existence. They walked out of the boos.