Football System Novels & Stories

Her legs are wrapped in fishnet tights, slightly distressed, paired with chunky black platform boots. “Um, nothing. Just talking about helping out with some assignments.” Cameron quickly improvised, although he wasn't completely telling a lie. There was still a group project he was helping us with. “Mhmm, sure. I just wanted to remind everyone about the upcoming football game. I already reserved seats for all of you.” Willow spoke. I totally forgot about the football game today. The Princeton Wolves were going against the Rutgers Scarlet Knights from Rutgers University. I looked into them, and they have been long-time rivals since 1869. So today's game was already set to be a sold-out show I

The floor was engraved with their logo. I was pleasantly surprised at how clean it was, probably thanks to the janitors, but I had expected each of the players cubicle to be a mess. But each one was neatly situated with their uniforms and their helmets hung on the side. This locker room was triple the size of the one at UMass that's for sure. "Wow this place is huge." I commented. "Once its filled with about 53 players it can get crowded." Harold came up beside me. My eyes widened at the number. I hadn't realized how many players there actually was on a football team. I can imagine this place being small with that many people in one room.

"Oh? Enlighten me then, Miss Football Expert. I rolled my eyes, leaning back against the couch. “Alright, first of all, let’s get one thing straight. There’s football, and then there’s soccer. And if you’re talking about American football, I’m gonna pretend this conversation never happened.” Simeon let out a deep, rich laugh, shaking his head. “Oh, so you’re one of those fans.” "Damn right, I am," I said, with a grin. "Football, real football, is a game of strategy and precision, not just brute strength. And before you even begin to argue with me, I would like to remind you most of the world is on my side." He chuckled, lifting his hands into mock surrender. "Fine, fine. I'll let this one go

"Don't worry, I know." I heard his laugh as he stayed on the bench as I joined the rest of the team. Football wasn't about winning points for yourself. Football was about two competing teams fighting for the control of the ball, defending and invading the field around them. One person couldn't do it all by themselves. No matter how agile they may be.

Quickly, it became a thing that everyone who was anyone wanted to be involved in. The game itself consists of a stripped down version of soccer, meant to be accessible to all children regardless of money and social status, and in any location. Each team has five players, and obviously Ash is part of the team, along with Seb and Adom. Andy, Adom best friend, and Stan played too, and together they made a great team. Alex played for a while, when the game wasn't taken too seriously, but football has never been his strong suit, and since the competition got extremely serious, Alex prefers to be a cheerleader rather than a player. He's fine with it. It doesn't mean he doesn't kick the ball now an

I said in a low murmur. Noah nodded and leaned back in his seat. His expression dimmed and I felt bad for saying no. It's true that I am not a sports person. I knew nothing about the games. It's not like I didn't try, I did try to understand the rules, but it was all too complicated and I gave up trying to understand it. Football is a game where two teams chased a ball. I understood the concept of scoring a goal–the other terms are still a mystery.