World Cup Craze
By like a falling star
"No! No! Cross! Run to the other side!" Yamazaki shouted, gesturing madly at the television set which so happened to be sitting very mildly on the cabinet.
The player in question ran a couple of metres, ball at his feet, before he stumbled and fell flat onto his face.
Sakura gasped and her eyes widened. "Oh, poor boy. He fell!" Her eyes glued to the TV, she frowned. "Syao-kun, why didn't anyone help him up?"
"Uh- that's just the way it goes, Sakura." Syaoran said uncomfortably. "Soccer is a. a very violent game. You shouldn't be watching this." He told her, concerned that his precious, ever-innocent Sakura-chan might be corrupted by such a sport.
"I shouldn't?" Sakura looked confused, and winced as another player tripped, lapsing into an ungraceful somersault as he fell. "Oh."
Eriol, Syaoran and Yamazaki watched in silent anticipation as a player deftly kicked the ball to another player, who was across the pitch. He caught the ball neatly with his foot and began running up towards the goal, expertly maneuvering it with his feet.
Eriol, Syaoran and Yamazaki's eyes widened simultaneously. You could see the beads of sweat gathering in small pools on their foreheads, which were wrinkled in anxiety.
On screen, the player lifted his leg and gave the ball a swift kick, sending it spiraling towards. the goalpost.
There was a collective groan, both on screen and in the room.
The ball hit the goalpost and bounced back. The goalie scrambled to grab it.
"Man, that was so darn close!" Eriol exclaimed.
Syaoran nodded, his eyes still following the little white speck of a ball on the screen. "If only McMillan [Author: erm. I'm just making up names here. Every thing is fiction, ok? Don't sue.] crossed it to Carter first-"
"Who would then jog up to the goal, pass back to McMillan-" Eriol added.
"Who should be standing by an open goal by then-" Yamazaki joined in.
"And score." The three of them finished dramatically.
Chiharu blinked. She was at a loss for words.
Sakura was, too, apparently.
Tomoyo cleared her throat, as if to ask an all-important soccer question. "Why," she demanded, "Is that guy wearing black socks?"
Everyone, including the girls, stared back at her. "Huh?"
Tomoyo stared furiously at the screen. "It's unfair! Everyone on his team is wearing boring white knee socks, and he actually has the cheek to wear black socks!?" she screeched.
Eriol raised his eyebrows. "I hadn't noticed."
Tomoyo shrugged. "Actually, he isn't. He's wearing boring white socks like the rest of them. Just thought I should say something. You know, to show that I'm paying attention." She went back to buffing her nails.
Syaoran nodded gravely. He turned to Eriol and said in a very hushed whisper, "You have a very. weird taste in girls."
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By like a falling star
"No! No! Cross! Run to the other side!" Yamazaki shouted, gesturing madly at the television set which so happened to be sitting very mildly on the cabinet.
The player in question ran a couple of metres, ball at his feet, before he stumbled and fell flat onto his face.
Sakura gasped and her eyes widened. "Oh, poor boy. He fell!" Her eyes glued to the TV, she frowned. "Syao-kun, why didn't anyone help him up?"
"Uh- that's just the way it goes, Sakura." Syaoran said uncomfortably. "Soccer is a. a very violent game. You shouldn't be watching this." He told her, concerned that his precious, ever-innocent Sakura-chan might be corrupted by such a sport.
"I shouldn't?" Sakura looked confused, and winced as another player tripped, lapsing into an ungraceful somersault as he fell. "Oh."
Eriol, Syaoran and Yamazaki watched in silent anticipation as a player deftly kicked the ball to another player, who was across the pitch. He caught the ball neatly with his foot and began running up towards the goal, expertly maneuvering it with his feet.
Eriol, Syaoran and Yamazaki's eyes widened simultaneously. You could see the beads of sweat gathering in small pools on their foreheads, which were wrinkled in anxiety.
On screen, the player lifted his leg and gave the ball a swift kick, sending it spiraling towards. the goalpost.
There was a collective groan, both on screen and in the room.
The ball hit the goalpost and bounced back. The goalie scrambled to grab it.
"Man, that was so darn close!" Eriol exclaimed.
Syaoran nodded, his eyes still following the little white speck of a ball on the screen. "If only McMillan [Author: erm. I'm just making up names here. Every thing is fiction, ok? Don't sue.] crossed it to Carter first-"
"Who would then jog up to the goal, pass back to McMillan-" Eriol added.
"Who should be standing by an open goal by then-" Yamazaki joined in.
"And score." The three of them finished dramatically.
Chiharu blinked. She was at a loss for words.
Sakura was, too, apparently.
Tomoyo cleared her throat, as if to ask an all-important soccer question. "Why," she demanded, "Is that guy wearing black socks?"
Everyone, including the girls, stared back at her. "Huh?"
Tomoyo stared furiously at the screen. "It's unfair! Everyone on his team is wearing boring white knee socks, and he actually has the cheek to wear black socks!?" she screeched.
Eriol raised his eyebrows. "I hadn't noticed."
Tomoyo shrugged. "Actually, he isn't. He's wearing boring white socks like the rest of them. Just thought I should say something. You know, to show that I'm paying attention." She went back to buffing her nails.
Syaoran nodded gravely. He turned to Eriol and said in a very hushed whisper, "You have a very. weird taste in girls."
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