Novel & Cerita Fiction About Football

The memory of her cherry gloss still lingered in my mind, sweet and dangerous, like something I’d already ruined once and had no right wanting again. I wanted to pull her closer. I wanted to feel her mouth against mine and pretend, just for a second, that none of this was happening,but I couldn’t.Not when I didn’t even know what my future looked like anymore.She said I was wrong,that football wasn’t the only thing that made me worth something. But Isla didn’t understand. Football wasn’t just something I played,It was me,It always had been.Even Madison knew that. Hell, she reminded me of it constantly.

Maybe it was important that royal children knew what it was like to be ordinary. He didn’t buy the ‘Blues’ football team after all. It came to him in a blinding flash one night that he didn’t actually like football. Besides, what was the point of acquiring a prestigious soccer team simply because he could, when its acquisition brought with it nothing but envy and unwanted press attention? He wanted to keep the cameras away from his beloved family, as much as possible. Anyway, Polo was his game. Real men didn’t prance around in a pair of shorts, kicking a ball. Real men rode horses. END OF BOOK SEVEN

Uzor said “Alright I will help you… What will I do?” Arnold asked “You will predict coming football matches” “You mean that game where 22 people chase and kick a white material?” Yvonne and Rachael laughed loudly “What? It is called football” Uzor said “It is one of the silliest things I have seen men doing…why do men gather to chase and kick a material onto a net? Why is the white stone so important to be kicked? It baffles me to see thousands gather to watch those men kick it” Arnold looked serious

How could this 6’2, massively huge football player be so charming and flirtatious? I was almost certain he could have any girl he wanted, and yet here he was talking to me? We continued our conversation getting to know each other and truly enjoying each other's company. We talked about the extent of my knowledge of football which was absolutely nothing but surprised him when I confirmed that baseball was the sport I knew more about. In all fairness, when that part of the conversation came up I let it slip that the only reason I started watching football was because I had grown tired of baseball.

"Nah. I am more like a case of hit and run, actually." "What does that mean? Do you hit people in football and then run? Is that your job in the field?" To be honest, I did not know anything about football. Every time Autumn and the others had watched our school football team play, I had been spending most of the time reading books rather than watching guys shoving each other and throwing the ball across the field. "It is what the guys at school call me cos I hit the field then run away from the girls and the messy highschool drama bits," replied Hunter with a mere shrug.

The idea haunted him constantly and he hadn't been able to stop thinking about that possibility since the minute he had woken up in the emergency room the night of the accident. What if I didn't have football? He thought. What in the hell would I do? Oliver needed the game. From the time he first held a football as a kid, until now, it was the biggest thing in his life. Playing was the only thing he ever wanted to do and the only thing that he would ever want to do. It was also the only thing that he felt he was actually good at.

I let my mind took me back to a few years ago when everything was perfect. Four years ago, "I don't care what you're saying, Autumn," I continued my argument as we took the seat on the bleachers to watch our football team, The Carlton Knights, play against North High's The Lions. I wasn't really a fan of football. Hell, I didn't even understand how the game worked. But I had to admit that I really enjoyed watching cute six-packed guys pushing each other on the field. There was something hot about it. "Luke is nothing compared to Niall. I mean, look at him," I shoved my phone screen in front of Autumn's face, nearly knocked her flat on her back. "Isn't he a cutie?" I dreamily sighed.

The guys filled the space with noise and laughter. “Football thinks they own the place,” Drew said, tearing into another wing. “Imagine subbing out every thirty seconds and still flexing about it.” Connor snorted. “They think conditioning is walking from the bus to the field.” Zach leaned back, draping an arm along the top of the booth. “I heard their playbooks are written in crayon.” Leo laughed under his breath, shoulders loosening as the chirping rolled on.