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gogo dancer
Cha Yoon Jae
Yoon Jae had to savor the moment; relish in his last game. It was his last professional game. After this, he'd just become another spectator in the crowd, routing on his old team. He never thought he'd make it do this day. Everything had gone too fast. Although he was sad, he felt relieved. After the fall passes, he'd be free of the stress of college. Amongst all these feelings, it did feel great to have his final match as a home game.
The captain gave some inspiring speech to everyone, but Yoon Jae's mind was off on tactic. The team they were going against had a pretty strong defense. He'd have to be swift on his feet if he wanted to get past them. It wouldn't be too hard; agility was his specialty.
The team was eventually ushered out on the field. Cleats stuck into the faux grass as the crowd cheered. He glanced towards the masses; one day that would be him. A sigh escaped him as looked forward, and got into position, diligently using the free time to stretch. Moments passed, and the ball was tossed into the court. Offense raced towards the ball, passing it from teammate to teammate. Yoon Jae managed to weave through the opposing team's defense, making enough room to catch his teammate's pass.
He extended his strong leg back before kicking the sphere towards the goal. A confident smirk appeared on his face as he stepped back slightly. He had made the first goal of the game -- with the help of his teammates, of course. The athlete knew he couldn't get too cocky right away, so he quickly wiped away the smirk.
While playing, Yoon Jae became a different person; he lost his immature attitude. He knitted his eyebrows together as he walked back towards his position. The blazing sun glared at him while the water bottles on the sideline taunted him. It wouldn't be too long before he'd get benched and replaced with someone else. Over the years, the coach had learned his limits, and how many breaks he needed. In his first year, he had passed out from a heat stroke. It was a quick recovery, but unfortunately, he missed his first game.
After a few goals, Yoon Jae was pulled out of the game. He stepped out of the field and sat on the bench. His coach harshly slapped his back before praising him. The athlete nodded before grabbing a rag to wipe away the sweat. A sigh escaped him as he reached out to take a water bottle from the team manager. "It's not your job to get me this," He chuckled lightly.
She smiled before quickly shaking his head. "Well, the newbie assistant went to the bathroom. Could you wait that long for a drink?"
"I guess not -- hey you finally referred to them as newbies." He shook his head before twisting open the drink and chugging it down. He'd only be granted a little bit on the sidelines before being switched out with someone else. And, for once he was grateful for that. Almost all of his family had shown up to support him, and he wanted to show them how well he played. A Thousand Rivers
The captain gave some inspiring speech to everyone, but Yoon Jae's mind was off on tactic. The team they were going against had a pretty strong defense. He'd have to be swift on his feet if he wanted to get past them. It wouldn't be too hard; agility was his specialty.
The team was eventually ushered out on the field. Cleats stuck into the faux grass as the crowd cheered. He glanced towards the masses; one day that would be him. A sigh escaped him as looked forward, and got into position, diligently using the free time to stretch. Moments passed, and the ball was tossed into the court. Offense raced towards the ball, passing it from teammate to teammate. Yoon Jae managed to weave through the opposing team's defense, making enough room to catch his teammate's pass.
He extended his strong leg back before kicking the sphere towards the goal. A confident smirk appeared on his face as he stepped back slightly. He had made the first goal of the game -- with the help of his teammates, of course. The athlete knew he couldn't get too cocky right away, so he quickly wiped away the smirk.
While playing, Yoon Jae became a different person; he lost his immature attitude. He knitted his eyebrows together as he walked back towards his position. The blazing sun glared at him while the water bottles on the sideline taunted him. It wouldn't be too long before he'd get benched and replaced with someone else. Over the years, the coach had learned his limits, and how many breaks he needed. In his first year, he had passed out from a heat stroke. It was a quick recovery, but unfortunately, he missed his first game.
After a few goals, Yoon Jae was pulled out of the game. He stepped out of the field and sat on the bench. His coach harshly slapped his back before praising him. The athlete nodded before grabbing a rag to wipe away the sweat. A sigh escaped him as he reached out to take a water bottle from the team manager. "It's not your job to get me this," He chuckled lightly.
She smiled before quickly shaking his head. "Well, the newbie assistant went to the bathroom. Could you wait that long for a drink?"
"I guess not -- hey you finally referred to them as newbies." He shook his head before twisting open the drink and chugging it down. He'd only be granted a little bit on the sidelines before being switched out with someone else. And, for once he was grateful for that. Almost all of his family had shown up to support him, and he wanted to show them how well he played. A Thousand Rivers
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