Living With The Player
"The game is on Friday but you look wounded, I can only pray you to get better before then else I fear you might not be able to play as you know health comes first."
He finished off with one of his best fake smiles, nodding his head a few times.
Dylan's teammates continued to glare. A blind person could easily note the double meaning of each of those words.
My mind drifted slowly to his earlier words utter with nothing but confidence, it was practically oozing off his skin.
The fall was no accident. He played dirty. He did it for revenge. It worked because, in this current condition, there's no way Dylan can play.
Without Dylan, everyone knows their chances of losing drops by over 50%, maybe
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