"Okay lads, rally up!" The manager called out to our currently training squad. We all complied and hurried over to him, where we gathered into a circle. Just the eleven of us.

Oh, I didn't mention myself. Well, my name is Bradley Weiss. I play soccer for a school team. I would have called it football but I was sent over here to America in the transfer season. Yes, friends. I am more of an object than a person when it comes to soccer. I play as the Goalkeeper, which means I have to be strong and I require sharp senses. Look at me, complimenting myself.

The manager, Royce MacArthur, began to speak "So, we are up against our rivals tomorrow; so I need you all in tip top condition. Vladimir!" The manager pointed to a large looking Serbian, he is our Centre Back, "You will need to play Right Back so Collins can counter, and our Scouts have informed us that they will be playing 4-4-2 formation, so I will need Barton to control the Wing whilst Martin stays in Centre Forward. Got it?" We all nodded, "Good. All of you but Weiss can go back to training."

Confused, I stayed back and awaited the manager's orders. "What is it, sir?" I asked in my British accent.

"I'm afraid that I will have to drop you from the starting eleven today, you haven't been keeping clean sheets and I cannot afford to lose this one. You are still our first choice keeper, but for now that role is being taken by Cameron." He explained, surprisingly in one breath.

I was slightly annoyed at this; I was not in that bad of a form, was I? "Sir! You know I have been waiting for ages to play this game!" I exclaimed

"I am aware of that, but you're simply conceding too much. Sorry." He finished and went back to the training ground. Leaving me there with a mixture of confusion and anger.

After a few moments to calm down, I walked to the changing rooms. The heavy metal door would usually cause the Manager himself to struggle opening it, but it was fine for me. Not because I am some Gary Stu maniac fitness freak, because I'm a Goalkeeper. As I opened it, the stench of 90 minutes playing time filled my nostrils and I held my breath as I quickly grabbed my bag and made my way out of there.

Walking out, I felt very odd. I felt like something was about to happen. Turning around I saw a soccer ball hurtling towards me. I quickly dropped my bag and jumped up to catch it. In doing so a round of applause entered my ear drums and I saw my teammates praising me. Not much of a big deal, but okay.

Waving them off me I picked up my bag again and made my way home. It was around four in the afternoon, so I had about two hours until normal leaving time. So I decided to walk to slower way around to observe the USA's amazing sunset. Being born in the UK there wasn't much sun to see due to the constant rain. Not that I minded, to be fair I'd rather be back there.

After about 3 minutes of slow walking, I had made it to a store. I went in a bough a can of Cola and made my way back out. The cold drink refreshed me greatly from the warm weather and I felt more encouraged to make it home. I picked up my pace and in around 15 minutes I had made it home. The air conditioning was even more relief and I made my way upstairs.

Going to my Computer I went to Steam and opened Team Fortress 2. I loved this game and the Pyromania update had awarded me with 2 hours to wait to load. Curse this old Windows computer.

"Ah… Piss." I muttered as I went downstairs to check the fridge, before I went through the kitchen, a strange feeling overcame me. I looked around to see what could be causing this but nothing seemed off. Shaking it off I went to my fridge. On the fridge lay a note though. This caught me by surprise as my mother never left a note for me and I don't recall ever seeing any sticky notes lying about. I picked it off the fridge and read it.

"Friendship is more important than anything."

What? What on Earth does that mean? Was someone trying to mess with me? I actually hadn't asked these questions at the time, and instead decided to reply to this note by saying "Bull shit."

Ignoring what was possibly a trick by my mother's friend, I went back to my computer. It now said that the loading time was 20 minutes. Which I also found was strange as it had said 2 hours a moment ago. Shrugging it off I listened to some music. I grabbed my iPod and played track 13, which was Coldplay – Charlie Brown. I felt like chilling so I listened to this song often. It seemed that I chilled too much, because I fell asleep.

(A/N): Hello there! Thank you for reading this chapter of my new story. Yes it is another HiE, but I'm trying to make it as original as possible. He isn't a Brony, so I must be doing well so far. By the way I support Manchester city. :D

Definitions for this chapter:

Starting Eleven – The first choice group of players for a soccer team.

Conceding – Letting a goal in.

Transfer Season – A period of time in which soccer players are bought, sold or loaned.

Form – How well a player is doing.

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