The Doctor ran around the field, intercepting passes and scoring goal after goal. His team loved him. The onlookers cheered for him. He was having more fun than he even thought possible.
He ran toward the ball as it raced across the field. Soon his feet weren't even touching the ground. He flew toward the ball, intercepted one of his own team members, and kicked it into the goal. He pumped his fists in the air. He was flying too fast for any of his teammates to congratulate him. He set his feet on the ground, his cleats tearing up the field.
He ran toward the ball flying through the air. He jumped and flew toward it and rammed it with his head. It soared toward the goal. He flew down after it.
Craig was running after him. "Doctor! Doctor!"
The Doctor watched the ball fly back the other way. "Yes?" He shot off after it and smacked it with his head again.
Craig chased him again. "Doctor! Stop!"
"What?" The Doctor tried to fly away again, but Craig grabbed his foot. The Doctor almost pulled him over before stopping.
"What are you doing?!" Craig shouted, "You can't just go flying about!"
"What do you mean?"
"You . . . you just can't! It's not part of the game! It's not even possible!"
"What? I never heard a rule against flying."
"That's because it doesn't need to be a rule! People don't fly! The other team can't fly! You're basically cheating!"
"I'm not cheating!"
"Yes you are! Stop flying!" Craig tried to pull him down.
The Doctor fought it at first, but let Craig pull him down.
"The goals you score by flying aren't going to count!"
The Doctor grumbled. "Fine! I'll win anyway!" He ran off after the ball. Even though he couldn't fly, he was still having the time of his life.