Official Football Practise #1

[Jack]

Jack stood in the middle of the hallways reading a flyer a random kid his his class had given him. It was advertising for the PHS #774 football team. Jack looked up to his class mate back to the flyer and back up to his friend before he burst into laughter. It seemed that which ever school he went to, Jack would try and be recruited to every sport. He would simply only be able to do four or five a year but if he helped four or five sports get to the top it was worth it.

"Don't laugh Jack I'm serious!"

"I've played football for like two seasons man and that was back what when I was thirteen and in my final year! I've lost it man I'm not as good as I used to, I'm not as strong or fit."

It's okay ! You could like totally be a goalkeeper or maybe try out your luck and be a defender. Who knows you may find it that you still got it or you'll improve really quicker and become a striker or midfielder. You have the size for a defender, the speed for a winger and the height for a striker and goalie. You're a natural athlete and you excel in heaps of sports plus you're really good at sport in general. Plus you said it yourself you played Football in your senior year which means you should still have it and play for our team! we need you!"

"Fine I'll try out okay I probably won't even make it! But if I do make it, you have to make it clear to the coach that I currently have a Track and field season to win, and pre season basketball to prepare for. I have basketball three times a week and every Friday night is the a friendly game, mixed in with track training three times a week I'll only have Tuesday and Thursday free to train."

That's alright we have friendlies on Saturday mornings! and we train twice a week so come today after school (Tuesday)

"Okay man I'll have to run home and get my gear so I'll ditch 6th see you then man, and you better be there and you better be good or I'm quitting"

As Jack turned around and paced away he placed the flyer Conrad had given him in the recycling bin on the way out of the school. As he made his way to his PE class which was in a room across the quad. Jack got to his class and sat down waiting, waiting for the bell to signal the end of 5th period.

The long awaited bell signaling the end of his PE Theory class and the start of 6th period finally sounded. Jack packed his laptop bag and made his way out of the school via a quick stop at his locker to place any useless books away before continuing on his journey.

Once Jack got home grabbed his neatly sports gear which was conveniently stored in a spare Adidas sports bag, labeled with an Arsenal FC badge. He turned around and exited his apartment making his way back to school, he drove his car to the parking lot that overlooked the football fields.

Changing in his car Jack lid on his Home arsenal shirt, plain white shorts, Greek socks and his professional custom shin pads. Jack only got out to place his boots on not risking dirtying his recently cleaned car. He leaned into his car and neatly folded his clothes and placed them on the passengers seat. before grabbing his bag which was filled with gear that he would require, skipping rope, towel, ball, water bottle. Jack walked down to the field when Conrad ran up to him grabbed him by the arm and dragged him over to the coach even before Jack could speak.

Hey coach this is Jack, the sprinter and basketballer I was talking to you about

Hmm lets see here.

The coach was an old man, clearly am Arsenal fan just like Jack, this made him smirk. They'd all have something in common, it was only then that jack realized something, they were all Arsenal fans. Apart from a few who went for teams in other leagues but there was only Arsenal and Chelsea fans in this team no Man Unt.

You're a big lad.. how tall six four? six five? what two twenty pounds?

"Six foot eleven and I weigh two twenty six pounds."

You fast son?

"A bit above average"
He's lying he's the fastest in the school (I think)

We'll see very quickly, see that poll just down there? Run to it and back"

"Okay"

Jack dropped his bag down and bent over he tied his boots nice and tight. When he was ready he said it , getting into his sprinting position like any professional sprinter would do. Jack was crouched, his back was straight while his legs were all coiled up and ready to launch him across to his goal and back. The coach placed a whistle in his mouth and he spoke saying "ready, set go!.

The coach pressed the start button on his stop watch and Jack blasted off. It was roughly 50 meters there and 50 meters back not a great distance to run but hard none the less. He lost speed when he had to turn around but he still did it in about 10 seconds or so.

Impressive

"Thank you"

Can you kick a ball?

"Very badly it's been a while and I wasn't extremely good when I played in my senior year, I was a CMD so I didn't really have to give pin point accurate passes. I really just bombed it and powered it through when there was a loose ball from a shot.

[Jayr Byrne]

(ooc: hope you don't mind me using your NPC if you'd rather I didn't or other concerns just tell me)
Its called Soccer

The approach was much of the same on Jayr's front, though in its own way very different. She'd been planning on joining in some sports but not until she was exactly comfortable with it so today was treated much like the others beforehand. A fairly promiscuous skirt, high heels and what set her apart from her regular attire was the Chicago Bears Jersey she sported. Brian Ulracher he favorite linebacker who was quite honestly a hunk, aside from a bald head which she was sure was planned to keep him in a sporting mood and filled him out nicely. But aside from her little tangent day dream she sat in fourth period economics bitting on the butt end of a pencil tapping her nails against the table as the clock ticked by before finally being addressed by someone other than the teacher.

"Hey, you a fan of football?"

A gocking stare to which she neither approved of nor shoved away with a discriminating glance. "Duh." The only reaction along with protruding out her chest to show the bold insignia across her chest. A giant C.

"Well then you should come watch me and my buddy Jack on the field this afternoon, we're playing some good ol' fashion football."

She cocked a glance obviously put off by the fact that she was being subjugated to the role of ditsy girl that sat behind and watched the action rather than jumping into the nit and gritty of things. Of course if they were playing true contact football then she'd not be standing much of a chance, she'd seen the Jack guy before. Evidently not one for patience but definitely had sporting attributes to himself.

"I'll check it out.." Jayr replied pursing her lips shortly displaying her train of thought before taking a stick of gum and placing it between her lips chewing slowly.

The fact that he simply sat there staring made her realize how much she'd hooked him. Boy's were fun to play with, even if it was off the field. A short giggle that disrupted his staring atrophy and set him aback a distance now.

"Alright then I'll see you there."

"Okay." She'd wink watching him trip his way out of the classroom. Who's to say football wouldn't be fun.

* * *

A little while after, when her class schedule had unraveled leaving her time to escape the dreary doors of school Jayr headed over swiftly to the girl's locker room her intention to get out of her garb and change into something that was more grass friendly. For that she left behind her heels and dress and settled for a pair of blue shorts and converse. An uncaring shrug to her body as she continued on at a meandering pace till she'd reached the football field.

Looking around somewhat distressed as she noticed there were clearly no lop sided balls with stitchings in them, but rather she was to be met with something completely different, Soccer?

A cocked head as she realized what the boy'd meant. They were playing football as in the unamerican version of soccer which was innately the same just named differently. Odd. Now she stood there absent minded wishing she had something other than converse to run around in.

"Hey.... I thought this was supposed to be Football?"

Jayr's voice a soft calm complexion as she crossed the field to greet the guy who'd invited her narrowly grazing by Jack as she did so just giving him a careful look to make sure she wasn't offending his presence by being there.

"Yeah we are... ugh the stands are right there." The boy would point off to the side where already a row of chatty Cathie's sat.

"Haha, No I'm down." She'd say in a boyish manner as she jostled about before the boy's hoping that they gave her the same stare she'd earned in Chicago before becoming Captain of the Boy's Soccer team. "And By the way, it's soccer." She'd say with a smile and a wink. This was going to surely be a blast.

[Jack]

OOC: If you're interested in an American football team I'm also in. I wanted to make one also and a Rugby one hehehhehe ^^

IC:

Okay everyone listen up where going to do some easy two on situations. Draw your man and pass off the ball, defenders try going about 75 percent. Remember we don't want injuries before the friendly this Saturday we have seven weeks to get fit and in form for the season. O'Connor, lets see how you fair as a defender.

"Right"

Jack would jog over to where the grid had been set up, There were two cones a decent amount of distance apart there were another two cones set the same distance apart only ten meters down the field and finally one cone ten meters further. The defender would start on the far cone while everyone lined up on the two cones. The Aim was to beat the defender passed the center line. Jack set up nodding to the couch that he was ready, the two players came toward him, Jack was much faster then they were even when he was only going 75%. He beat them to the center line, as he crept over the advantage line, lining his body up with the ball carrier, if they had passed earlier Jack would have struggled to follow the ball, but because he let him rush up on him, Jack had trapped the ball carrier.

Fling his body into a slide tackle, Jack's right foot hit the ball flat on, as he continued through knocking the man off his feet with a mighty crash. Jack stood up and passed the ball two the next two, players before helping the boy he had just tackled to his feet. Patting him on the shoulders Jack sent him on his way. The boy would be hurting for a while.

Jack took up his original position and prepared himself to show the coach what he had again. As the two players advanced Jack broke out in a sprint again, shortening his strides once he passed the halfway mark. Looking at the plays judging what they were going to do. The male panicked and passed it, having failed to step out as if he were going to run it which would mean that Jack would have, had to commit to him.

Jack slid his leg out, intercepting the ball was ease, he stood up and passed it to the next players in line, Jack rolled his shoulder back cracking his neck, as he bounced on his toes getting ready to spring forward again. The next players advanced possibly some of the more experienced ones. As Jack broke the gain line and once again began shortening his steps, the ball carrier accelerated suddenly and then slowed down on the next step, feinting a run before he chipped the ball over Jack’s head. Jack saw it coming too late, it lobbed over his head to the other player who was now accelerating. Jack spun around and with a brilliance of speed he beat the other attacker. Sticking out his right foot he got the first touch on the ball, hitting it again with his outside foot he spun around before making the third touch with his left foot. The attackers attempted to tackle the ball of Jack, he quickly beat them and passed the ball to the next guys in line.

[Jayr Byrne]

(ooc: Clearly you just want to tackle Jayr >_> hehe but lets see if I'm up for the punishment)

Show Boat

Jayr stood there chewing at the back of her gums impatiently as she watch Jack handle the other players, hell he was good even as a defender but she suspected with his speed he was more prone to a mid-fielders position and covering the entirety of the field. It was a position she held once a while ago before her coach suggested Defense which was clearly her favored position from that point on. But for the time being she merely sat back a hand at her hip as she impatiently bounced waiting for her turn. Jack's little buddy breaking out into a commentator as they waited. Which in its own way was very bothersome.

"So you see what he's doing is giving them the room to pass for a few meters before locking up their passing therefore giving him..."

Yadda yadda yadda

She'd heard this explanation from plenty of boy's freshman year who gave her a hard time. It didn't matter she;d get her chance eventually.

"Byrne?"

And there it was.

"Yes coach?" A spring to her step as she was all too happy to leave Mr. Commentator's side.

"You two, try and get a shot in on Jack you get past him you're starters on the next match."

Drat. She had to play pass with the egotist for her starting position. And against jack no doubt, she wasn't intimidated by that prospect but she was a better team player when her team mates recognized her skill.

"Right." A fast nod as she sprung off taking the lead with the ball juggling it back and forth between her feet heading forward and expecting much of the same with Jack before and early pass off to her partner to perhaps psych him out on who was really in control.

The second he clearly had the ball the boy bolted forward top speed into Jack to which Jayr tried keeping up and in sync with him. Instants away from Jack, "Pass"

[Jack]

"Byrne?"

Jack's eye brows raised as he scanned the area for his next challenger, it was hard being a defender and there was almost certainly someone out there who was better then him. There always was. No matter how good you were at one thing someone was even better at your flaw. For Jack it would be his perception which meant that where he would be beaten was his ability to read play and predict where his opponent was going. Jack's playing style heavily revolved around forcing his playing to go one certain direction, not the other way.

"Yes coach?"

Jack's eyes, zoned in on the girl, the annoying one from before, Jack would sigh. I seemed like some God hated him or something because even when he was meant to be doing something he enjoyed he still had to be in the presence of those who annoyed the living hell out of him.

"You two, try and get a shot in on Jack you get past him you're starters on the next match."

Jack sighed, they would come at him hard, Simon was a useless footballer the girl? well he wouldn't rule her out but physically she wasn't a match for him, therefore skill wise? Jack would keep an eye on her if she even looked like getting the ball he wouldn't take his chance he would commit the tackle.

"Right."

She let off a fierce nod before springing forward, Jack would rush up hitting the halfway mark first before tracking over to Jayr the whole time taking unclaimed space. She had gotten an early pass yard before she would have met Jack, the boy make a break forcing Jack to the ball, he couldn't ignore it. Jayr kept up with the male the pass would be flat or at a front angle not backwards, this was already limited by the way Jack came in to cut the boy off.

"Pass"

Jack swore to himself it was already too late to change directions before the pass was made. The boy's boot connected with the ball as it was kicked at a 135 angle away from Jack. Spinning on his right foot Jack would chase after the ball, the same ball Jayr was expected to run onto. Jack was faster then Jayr yet this was a short distance and he had to turn away which had slowed him down quite a bit. Jack would realize Jayr would beat him to the ball first unless he slide tackled, it was hesitation that prevented him from slide tackling her, it was common sense. If he missed he would snap her shin in half like a twig on the ground, deciding it was worth the risk, Jack slid into his tackle committing 100% of his strength and speed.

[Jayr Byrne]

Surprisingly enough...

The speed they were going at allowed for little mistake, the fact that the offense now couldn't match Jack's speed meant they had to allow for teamwork and perhaps a bit of sneak plays which wasn't exactly Jayr's best attributes but there were a few up her sleeves. At the point she yelled pass there was a delay, the boy with the ball seemed to be going for it until he saw Jack was nearly going to crush him. The thought brought mixed feelings to Jayr hoping he got crushed for being a ball hog but knew if he lost it here she'd not be starting.

"Idiot." She snarled under her breath until the pass was made.

Clearly an attempt at forcing the ball out Jayr had to bolt to the scene where he'd sent it getting there only moments before the feeling of chills at her spine. No time to react as Jack was on her.

Quickly her feet moved to either side of the ball and hopped. The effort bouncing her over Jack's feet by mere inches and out of any hostile threat. Landing at the other side she'd pass again. No sense in getting greedy to score a goal when the potentiality of Jack's recovery could harm her interests. She doubted he'd be capable of recovering from that and bolting all the way across the field to save the goal. And in that instant the boy kicked the ball in.

"Phew," Jayr's body turned with a brief smile, "Good move there, was sure I was a goner." If Jack was still on the ground she'd offer him a hand, if not just a smile would do.

[Jack]

"heh"

Jack's eyes followed her as she hopped over his legs, smirking deciding against letting his body follow through and cleaning her up that way, instead he just got to his feet, much like a baseball runner would after hitting the base. Turning around he saw the second pas be made before the shot on open goal, Jack bit his tongue as he chuckled looks like he got beat. The fact was that a two on one should always beat one defender there are no excuses when two on offense can't pass their way past one defender even more when it's a three on one scenario.

"Phew,"

Jack didn't reply to her as she was busy, watching the kid slot the goal in, it hurt him deep down, he was a defender and he prided himself in being the best at what he did. If that meant sprinting then it was sprinting, tackling people then it was tackling people dunking the basketball or getting rebounds then it was that. Sports was the very place that Jack could excel in, he had years of playing various sports and right through it all he always excelled at one or two, his dream was to excel at them all.

"Good move there, was sure I was a goner."

“Hehe, it was close, but you got by”

Right, let’s have a quick team run and then we’ll split up into two teams, new players vs starters

Jack eyes flashed over to the coach, then all the fresh meat before letting his eyes rest of Jayr , Jack sighed. They were going to get their ass beat down hard. He had looked at the other players on the team the third years, they were all as big as Jack, all strong and fast. Not to mention the experience of having played at one of the highest levels in America for years.

“Fuck”

Right Byrne, you have some nifty moves, you’re captain select your Vice Captain work out your positions and warm up, you have half an hour before kickoff

Fuck was right, they were now double screwed.

[Jayr Byrne]

"Right, let’s have a quick team run and then we’ll split up into two teams, new players vs starters"

Her eyes focused up looking across the field at all the returning starters who looked rather grizzled, evidently this school had a great winning team year round. Impressive. She'd smile at that anticipation, there was nothing better than a good challenge and while they seemed better trained, more focused and more adjusted to one another's skills she felt that made this competition even more aspiring to her.

“Fuck”

Her eyes shifted over to Jack who evidently didn't feel the same way. To him perhaps all this sport meant was being the best. The classic routine of a show boat in her mind. A frown as she began walking over in his direction for a word before the Coach said something again.

"Right Byrne, you have some nifty moves, you’re captain select your Vice Captain work out your positions and warm up, you have half an hour before kickoff"

Jayr nodded in appreciation, it was a good feeling to be seen for what one was capable of. For that matter she couldn't let her team down for even an instant of being weak. It meant something good that she was going to lead them, all the weight on her shoulders, win or lose the team would do good. Now the heavy choice came.

"Jack...." She'd speak out across the field staring him down, "You ready to help me, Coordinate offense for me and I'll manage the D so long as we work together I'm sure these guys are nothing." She'd smile trying to perhaps reassure him, there was nothing more powerful than teammates coming together.

[Jack]

"Jack...."

Jack’s eye brow rose, so she wanted him to be her Vice captain. Very well he’d do his best expecting to be put in defence is why her very next statement shocked him.

"You ready to help me, Coordinate offense for me and I'll manage the D so long as we work together I'm sure these guys are nothing."

She obviously missed the fact that he was a defender, he lacked the foresight that a top grade midfielder had and then problem solving a striker had. A midfielder had to see the whole picture, a striker had to see ways around the routes your midfield set up. Just like in any sport a point guard see’s a gap and he/she’ll pass the ball off. But once that player receives the ball he he/she has to work it. Jack lacked both traits, both the intelligence a striker required and the foresight a midfielder was demanded. Alas if Theo Walcott could be a midfielder then Jack sure as hell could that kid had down syndrome.

“Right”

Jack would disagree, he had one thing going for him and that was discipline, when he was on the field he never talked back to the ref and he was always the one to calm people down by force if necessary. This is possibly why he is always sited for vice captaincy roles instead of being the actual captain. He was after all a great support player. Jack would walk over to the group, huddled around he’d listen to Jayr give her captain’s speech if she asked for Jack’s input he would give it.

“I think we just put them under pressure, play the defence high and keep the ball moving, don’t play it in our half so if we get in trouble just bomb it long or out and reset. They seem like a strong side yet from what I know they’re not overly skilled. They can out muscle other teams and in that sense they’re like Man Unt, their strikers a great finisher, so focus on choking their offense. This means midfields and even strikers need to attack that ball. Force them to make mistakes, don’t be afraid to slide tackle or rough them up because look at them. They are regulars and so early on in the season we have been given an opportunity to thrash them. Remember they have your spot make them look like bitches in front of the coach.”

Jack would nod to Jayr indicating that he was done. He would wait until she told them what to do or was called upon. He wasn’t exactly smart, he was simply average but he knew his football and he knew exactly how to win this game.

[Jayr Byrne]

Teamworks a bitch when you got the gunz

A quick smile as she noted that Jack was along for the ride, good this only helped team mechanics, regardless of their opinions of each other it was the efficiency of the team that mattered most and now she'd break down into core principles. Selflessness, Aggression, Patience, and Observation. Jayr thought of herself as well balanced and while she didn't know Jack's favored position was defense she'd assumed his specialty was best served as an offensive player particularly in her strategies. Jayr however felt she served best at the back as a leader where she could observe the field and make changes when necessary. If they had the stamina she was sure the team would hold of the Starters but it was going to be no Vacation, this was a hard game won.

"Alright," She'd nod aggressively at Jack's comment speaking in a low tone as she called for the team to huddle. "So heres the plan, we'll play rough offensive to start try and pressure the ball upfield and make a score, then I'm going to pull back to four mid-fielders two offensive so we can keep the pressure midfield and safe our back defenders the energy to hold up the rest of this scrimmage."

A clap as she broke the huddle pulling Jack by the forearm away from the team. Her voice settled in a low tone as she'd speak with him, "Alright I can't see everything and looking at these guys if we get pushed back to defense too soon it'll be hard to press back up so I'm trusting you to lead these guys towards our first goal, any problems feel free to switch up the order. Win at all costs."

A fiery look in her eyes as Jayr showed her love for the sport, Soccer was something she'd grown up with and now would prove to even a school of muscle bound jocks that she could do her best and still be a match for them.

[Jack]

"Alright,"

Jack nodded, bending low he made sure everyone was huddled in nice and tight, all quiet all ready. While Jayr had a different pump up style then he did it did work. Jack's method may be a little barbaric but it installed something that was important in his opponent. Fear... Jack would get his team fired up, he wouldn't care about secret codes he'd yell at the top of his voice, he'd make sure the other team could hear him. He'd get his whole team yelling, making it impossible for the other team to have their talk. Constantly being reminded that his boys were coming from them.

"So heres the plan, we'll play rough offensive to start try and pressure the ball upfield and make a score, then I'm going to pull back to four mid-fielders two offensive so we can keep the pressure midfield and safe our back defenders the energy to hold up the rest of this scrimmage."

"Right, One, two three BREAK!"

Jack and Jayr were the only ones putting any effort in it, this is where a Vice Captain stepped in. The hard arse of the team, he wasn't the nice guy, he wasn't the one that made flashy speeches he was the one that when the going got tough he fucking pulled everyone out of the shit, the captain would then lead everyone.

"Hey, hold on a sec.!!!!!!!!!"

Jack would prevent the whole team from moving away, he was angry, when he got mad people listened and did as he told them.

"That was fucking bullshit! Look at them" Everyone's head turned to the regular team. "You think with that attitude you'll beat seasoned players? They are skilled, they are strong and they are champions!. But fellas... and gals" Jack noted Jayr and a few other women on the team, satisfied that he had covered up his mistake. "They are a bunch of fucking wimps" His taunt hit home a few of them stared at him, he mentally smirked not wanting to disrupt his roll. We CAN beat them ladies and gents, out there on the pitch, but it starts here, It starts now! Inside here" Jack would point to his heart with his right thumb, had clenched in a fist.

"You'll all be tested, this will be forty five minuets of hell, dig deep, dig hard, and you'll find a fucking animal inside, you" He looked at everyone he could "You have been given the rare opportunity here today to fucking show these good for nothing cunts, how to play real football. Are you going to piss away this opportunity? Just give up even before the whistle's been blown. Look at your captain." Eyes turned to Jayr before they returned to Jack."She's confident so why aren't you!?! She is here, standing tall and ready. Ready to fucking win! ready to play some FOOTBALL!" Jack would turn to the kid next to him. "what are we going to do on the pitch?"

beat them?

"WRONG! We are going to bury them, utterly destroy them. We are going to score so many goals that we'll beat them into submission, we are going to show them how REAL men and REAL women play this game, not this useless shit they've been doing for the past four years. Are you fired up!?!?! Are you ready!?!?!"

What he lacked in his skill set as a public speaker he made up for with pure enthusiasm and passion. Jack spoke from his heart or what ever was left of it. He spoke loud and in a rough voice you'd expect from a cliche football movie. The English skin head who was an ex football star and now a coach at a local American high-school. While Jack wasn't exactly English his Australian accent would have to do.

"NOW, LET'S DO IT ONE MORE FUCKING TIME!"

* ONE,TWO,THREE, BREAK!!*

The team was fired up, it was a delight to see, the coach was impressed, he wrote a few notes down on his clipboard and then turned to his assistant coach, nodding his head. He had found a rare diamond in a heap of dirt. Jayr would become a good leader for the team. She had already inspired Jack into his little rampage of verbal carnage. It started with her, she was the makings of a successful regular's captain.

"Alright I can't see everything and looking at these guys if we get pushed back to defense too soon it'll be hard to press back up so I'm trusting you to lead these guys towards our first goal, any problems feel free to switch up the order. Win at all costs."

"I understand. Remember don't play it in your defensive zone, if they get a break, rush up foul him if you need to. Sort out your defense and mix up the yellows. Our best chance is a break and headers off corner kicks, so i'll be trying to force it on them."

Jack would incline he head toward this squad of fresh meat.

"What they lack in skill and strength they'll make up in passion. I now understand why you placed me as a midfielder, you're a good captain. Anyway... the honor is all yours, lead the warm up."

[Jayr Byrne]

Blow a blood vessel much?

Jayr had been on the "girls" soccer team, so this entire male romance with appearing like wild monsters to her seemed something of a toddlers play thing but then again it was kind of cute in a very retarded way. She would simply roll her eye from their concealed locations beneath her eyelids. She wouldn't ruin their fun if the newbies wanted to prance about the field thinking they were Hulk Hogan so long as they gave her one thing, their hard work and effort.

Jayr pursed her lips closely, unlike the rest of them she had her own pre-game workout of sorts, rather than the need to get her blood pumping and veins all strangled out of control she prepared mentally the way a true warrior would. Ninety percent of the battle was won in the players head, so long as she kept that out look thats where it'd remain. A firm nod acknowledging Jack's response, now came the time to play monster too.

"Alright warm up lap!" She'd command leading the team at an even pace around the field before she'd reach the end directing her index finger for them to circle about for stretches.

"Hand-to-toe!" The quick command as she easily bent over flat palming the ground without much effort, the pulling of her tendons and thighs giving her a quick burn to which she'd lightly groan at with a relieved smile. "Stretch it out!" Another quick call beckoning for the others to mirror her as she erected straight up leaning to the side to stretch her waist aiming her hands to cross over her body and to the floor again.

[Jack]

"Alright warm up lap!"

The captain commanded and the players followed, she lead them around the pitch jogging at an even pace. Naturally they passed the regulars who were lounging around taking it easy. They had no idea what kind of game this was going to be. Jack grinned time to psyche them out. "Hey Number 9, yeah you. I'm going to fucking snap your shin in two." His threat hit home the winger was already scared, they reached the end of their warm up lap. Jayr signaled or them to circle up most likely for stretches.

"Hand-to-toe!" She commanded once again her team followed, Jack stretched all the way down to the ground, say for Jayr and a few other there weren't many who could touch the ground with a flat palm. Jack would hold it for twenty seconds before he swicthed over and did the other side. Jack would stand up interlocking his finger and turning his palm o face the sky he would stretched and let out that groan that one associated with waking up. Jack went through cracking any stiff joints rolling his shoulder backward and forward.

"Stretch it out!"

She stood straight up encouraging the other to mirror her, while she stretched her waist Jack would sit on the ground. Placing his feet together he would bring them in close, stretching his groin, he'd be damned if he injured himself by pulling a muscle, so close to the start of the season. Jack would count to twenty before relaxing and shaking it all out, going back he'd bring his feet in and hold it for another twenty seconds. Emphasis on pulling them in closer, the stretch hurting all that much more yet the rewards far greater. He'd relax and shake it all out again before pulling his feet back in and holding it for another twenty seconds. Bringing them as close as he could in,l using his elbows to push his thighs just a few inches from above the ground. Jack would relax, breathing out as he felt the burn through his groin. Still sitting, he placed his right leg out straight and placed his left over, hugging his leg he held it for twenty seconds, before shaking it out and switching legs. Another twenty seconds went by and he shook it out again. Switching legs he pulled his thigh in closer, feeling the burn through his large quads into his glutes. Jack would shake it out before switching legs for the second last time, holding it for twenty seconds Jack would gradually increased the pull on his thigh. Shaking it out he switched legs and pulled his thigh in as close as he could, he felt the burn in his deep lower thigh, he could feel the muscles getting ready to do some hard fast running. He finished his last set of stretches on his right leg and then stood up. Satisfied that he had stretched his lower body adequately.

[Jayr Byrne]

Enough with simply warming up

Jayr went through the stretches at her own pace after a short while seeing as the boys seeming to go about their stretches by themselves anyways. Some too slow or too fast she figured it was their own individuality that led them about it in such a way so it'd be a shame to stifle such progress. Besides she liked the peace associated with having her own warm up. Dropping to the floor Jayr would do the butterfly stretch which made her sit on her butt and place toes together to stretch out her groin and flexibility. She was good enough at it that the motion of doing so looked rather naughty. Though in a group of guys she'd not linger there all too long before stretching out to reach her toes.

A quick few minutes would pass as she'd stand up and begin a slow sort of clap. Something to get them pumped up as the rhythm would increase its pace. First slow as it built from the outside and then assuming the rest of them followed suit they'd meet at the center a cheering clapping hoard of players.

"Lets Kick Some ASS!"

A monstrous roar would come out of her throat a great difference from what anyone probably expected from her, but Jayr had it in her to be a bit of a monster.

[Jack]

The players joined in the clap, all huddled around in a circle, close together. The team’s spirit shone as they started their chanting, Jack got fired up clapping the loudest. Pushing or shoving the midfielders around him, laughing as the boy gave him a sharp bump. The hoard climaxed as Jyr yelled at the top of her lungs.

"Lets Kick Some ASS!"

“Hoorah!”

The team surged onto the pitch taking up their potions, Jack had a quick word to the strikers, “Push up on their defense but don’t tire yourself out too early. If we move the ball run it hard, were trying to convert an early goal and then lock it up nice and tight in defense got it?.” Jack would jog over to his key midfielder calling in the winger. “The strikers are going to push up on defense, I want the favored wing shut down as a passing option, the mid field will come across the fill in the gaps at the cost of leaving the opposite wing empty. This will be our only fault in defense, obviously keep the communication up if it doesn’t work change it but make sure your mates know you’re changing around. When we’re attack force the ball forward, we’ll work it and use a lot of through balls. If we get a corner we should score. Right, I’ll go have a quick word with Jyr to make sure she’s happy and wants to start.”

Jack would jog over to Jyr.

“I’ve told the strikers to push up on defense to force the ball out to the wings, once there we’ll trap it. However if we say trap it on the right wing it means the left will be exposed. We’ll be relying on communication from the rear to ensure we’re pushing up correctly. We’ll slow the ball down in attack if we need to but I’ve told the wingers and strikers to play for the corner. Any last minute orders?”

Jack would ask as he glanced around noticing a few defenders on hand.