On the Edge of the List

Hayes heard it and looked over coldly. "The World Cup doesn't ask which room you'd like to enter." Once the match began, the gap appeared quickly. The blue team controlled the ball like an expensive machine. Their passing was smooth, their pressing exact, and Brooks controlled the middle like a king. In the twelfth minute, Lucas broke down the right and crossed. Brooks arrived at the back post and volleyed in. 1-0. In the twenty-first minute, the blue team won the ball high. Brooks slipped a pass through, and Lucas finished one-on-one. 2-0. The white team players looked worse with every minute. Mason stood near the center circle, listening to their rushed breathing. He did not shout slogans. He walked to the young fullback Noah.