The soccer field pulsed with energy—sneakers thudding against the turf, voices rising in strategy, and the occasional sharp blasts of Coach Dawson's whistle cutting through the air. Players wove in and out of drills, their jerseys damp with sweat, foreheads glistening, determination etched across their faces.
Near the goal, Oliver, the team captain, stood with his usual confident grin, his eyes sharp as he tracked the movement on the field.
"Quicker passes, Bryan! We need precision, not panic!" he called out, clapping his hands as he watched the ball zip between players.
