Coach: One round of lightning as a warm up.
Thomas: Lightning?
Coach: Thomas get in the goal
Thomas:*walks to goal*
Coach:RUN
Thomas:*starts to run to goal*
Player#1:*kicks soccer ball*
Thomas:*ducks*
Ball:*goes in goal*
Coach: Thomas don't duck. Run that again
Player#1:*kicks ball again*
Thomas:*ducks again*
Coach:*sighs* Thomas you're out
Thomas: Out?
Coach: You didn't stop the ball. It went in the goal. You are out. Go behind the goal
Thomas:*goes behind goal*
Player#2:*runs to goal*
Coach:*kicks soccer ball to Newt*
Newt:*stares at it* What am supposed to bloody do with it
Coach:*sighs* kick it. Only one touch.
Minho:*snickers*
Coach:*kicks soccer ball*
Newt:*tries to kick it but misses*
Coach:*sighs* Run that again *kicks soccer ball lighter*
Newt:*kicks it*
Soccer ball:*misses goal*
Coach: Go to the goal
Newt:*goes to the goal*
Coach:*kicks soccer ball*
Player#3:*kicks and misses* *goes to goal*
Newt:Now what am I supposed to bloody do
Coach: Go to the back of the line
Newt:*goes to the back of the line*
Player#4:*kicks and makes it*
Player#3:*goes behind goal*
Player#5:*goes to goal*
Coach:*kicks soccer ball*
Minho:*picks it up and throws it*
Coach:*sighs* you're supposed to kick it. Run that again *kicks soccer ball*
Minho:*kicks it as hard as possible*
Coach:*sighs*
~after lightning~
Coach: Now we're going to practice heading the ball. Get with a partner.
Team:*finds partners*
Thomas: Newt.
Newt: What.
Thomas: Be my partner. I don't want Minho to give me a concussion
Minho:*scowles at Thomas* *walks over to only player#1, who doesn't have a partner* *scowles at them*
Player#1:*picks up soccer ball nervously* *thorws it*
Minho:*scowles* *catches it* *throwes it*
Player#1:*hits it on top of head* (worst spot to hit. Most likely to get a concussion) *falls*
Coach:*glares at Minho* *runs over to Player#1*
Player#1:*mumbles* ow *blacks out*
Thomas: That is why I didn't want him as a partner
Newt:*rolls eyes*
Coach: Okay that's enough. For the last thirty minutes we're going to scrimmage. Player#2, Player#3, Player#4, and Minho striker. Player#5, Player#6, Thomas, and Player#7 defence. Player#8, Player#9, and Newt on minfeild.
Trio:*looks at each other*
Minho: What does that mean slinthead
Coach: You three get over here *points at ground*
Trio:*walks over*
Coach: You three are off the team. Get off my feild
Newt:*goes without a fight*
Thomas:Do you have any food
Coach: No. Now GET. OFF. THE. FEILD.
Thomas:*leaves*
Minho: You wanna fight
Coach:No. I want you to leave
Minho:*punches Coach*
Coach: Don't make me call the police
Newt: Minho. Just get off the bloody feild
Minho: Fine
Trio:*leaves*
Sorry. This one was bad too. I didn't get much sleep last night i had practice
