JadeKnight
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It was a crisp autumn evening in the large Seattle park. Most of the park was quiet except for one of the two soccer fields that dominated the south east corner of the large park. A large crowd was gathered around the field, cheering on the players who were playing on the field. The championship game of an all day tournament was in the final few minutes, between the local Air guard unit and the Rockets, a visiting competitive team.
Rain had fallen earlier in the day, leaving a few puddles in the well groomed fields. The stomping of cleats, sliding tackles, and missed kicks left muddy grooves and holes everywhere. No one was safe from the mud, spectator or player. Most of the players were covered from head to toe in the brown muck, but they didn't care. Keeping their minds on the game was all that was propelling them forward.
The Air guard had won all five of their previous games,winning three of the by only one point. Their driving force had been Ryan Cruise, the co-captain of the team. Though he didn't show it off the field, he did get a temper on the field from time to time. However his team mates were there to keep him calm and out of trouble. He had gotten a few yellow cards during the previous games, but he didn't let those stop him from playing.
He chose to play the game because it was a chance for him to wear his body out, and his aggression as well. Here, he could get into trouble without it affecting the rest of his life. He still got into some fights with other players, but most of the time they came after him. He had tried other sports, but he fount soccer was a better fit for him.
Ryan's right side was covered in mud, the gray PT shirt only showing “AR” of the army logo. He had only wiped the mud from his eyes when the ball shot over his shot, landing in a mud puddle a few feet in front of him. The splash of the ball launched more muddy water on him just before he reached it, one of the defenders on his heels behind him. A quick kick lifted the ball out of the puddle, bouncing along in front Ryan. Two seconds passed before he reached the penalty box of the Rockets with the ball. The ball had launched into an arc towards the goal a moment before Ryan found himself looking up at the sky. The defender had tried to slide tackle Ryan as he shot the ball, but ended up tripping him from behind.
A whistle blew as Ryan leaped up from the ground, getting ready to charge the defender. One of his teammates quickly intercepted Ryan, partially blocking him as he placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Easy Sargent. Now's not the time.”
Ryan scowled for a moment, but he backed off as the referee put the ball on the penalty spot. He took his spot at the top of the penalty box, taking a moment to stretch his legs. At the ref's signal, Ryan ran forward towards the ball. The muddy brown and black ball sailed through the air towards the goal. The goalie had a hand on it, but the slick mud let it slip through into the goal. The referee blew his whistle once before blowing it three more times, signaling the end of the game.
Ryan took a few deep breathes as he received several slaps on the back from his teammates for the winning goal. Running to join the rest of the players in the usual end of the game handshakes, he spotted a familiar woman further away from the field, smoking a cigarette. He wondered what she was doing out here, as he didn't usually see her in the park.
The crowd slowly milled out of the area, leaving Ryan and a couple of his teammates. He had just grabbed his bag up and glanced around to see if Sid was still around when one of them caught his attention.
“Hey, don't forget the Halloween party later Sarge. And bring a date this time.”
Ryan gave a little smirk at the comment before he turned, walking towards the sidewalk which lead the park entrance. His plastic molded cleats gave a 'clomp' noise as he moved along the concrete sidewalk.
Rain had fallen earlier in the day, leaving a few puddles in the well groomed fields. The stomping of cleats, sliding tackles, and missed kicks left muddy grooves and holes everywhere. No one was safe from the mud, spectator or player. Most of the players were covered from head to toe in the brown muck, but they didn't care. Keeping their minds on the game was all that was propelling them forward.
The Air guard had won all five of their previous games,winning three of the by only one point. Their driving force had been Ryan Cruise, the co-captain of the team. Though he didn't show it off the field, he did get a temper on the field from time to time. However his team mates were there to keep him calm and out of trouble. He had gotten a few yellow cards during the previous games, but he didn't let those stop him from playing.
He chose to play the game because it was a chance for him to wear his body out, and his aggression as well. Here, he could get into trouble without it affecting the rest of his life. He still got into some fights with other players, but most of the time they came after him. He had tried other sports, but he fount soccer was a better fit for him.
Ryan's right side was covered in mud, the gray PT shirt only showing “AR” of the army logo. He had only wiped the mud from his eyes when the ball shot over his shot, landing in a mud puddle a few feet in front of him. The splash of the ball launched more muddy water on him just before he reached it, one of the defenders on his heels behind him. A quick kick lifted the ball out of the puddle, bouncing along in front Ryan. Two seconds passed before he reached the penalty box of the Rockets with the ball. The ball had launched into an arc towards the goal a moment before Ryan found himself looking up at the sky. The defender had tried to slide tackle Ryan as he shot the ball, but ended up tripping him from behind.
A whistle blew as Ryan leaped up from the ground, getting ready to charge the defender. One of his teammates quickly intercepted Ryan, partially blocking him as he placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Easy Sargent. Now's not the time.”
Ryan scowled for a moment, but he backed off as the referee put the ball on the penalty spot. He took his spot at the top of the penalty box, taking a moment to stretch his legs. At the ref's signal, Ryan ran forward towards the ball. The muddy brown and black ball sailed through the air towards the goal. The goalie had a hand on it, but the slick mud let it slip through into the goal. The referee blew his whistle once before blowing it three more times, signaling the end of the game.
Ryan took a few deep breathes as he received several slaps on the back from his teammates for the winning goal. Running to join the rest of the players in the usual end of the game handshakes, he spotted a familiar woman further away from the field, smoking a cigarette. He wondered what she was doing out here, as he didn't usually see her in the park.
The crowd slowly milled out of the area, leaving Ryan and a couple of his teammates. He had just grabbed his bag up and glanced around to see if Sid was still around when one of them caught his attention.
“Hey, don't forget the Halloween party later Sarge. And bring a date this time.”
Ryan gave a little smirk at the comment before he turned, walking towards the sidewalk which lead the park entrance. His plastic molded cleats gave a 'clomp' noise as he moved along the concrete sidewalk.
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