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"Villaoin??!!!!"
In about 2 days, I.land set off to Spain to book hotels spaces.
"This is Spain?? Ver...…..ry beautiful," commented Jolar. "For the first time I've gone abroad", Michael said.
"You could go more time. All you have to do is to become a big Club", Moz revealed.
The gang arrived at Shamar Hotel and Suite to book spaces. "Good morning ma'm", Neto greeted and she responded in Spanish, "Thank you, how are you?"
"Uh", Neto was confused. "Good day; my friend doesn't understand Spanish and we're new here", Michael explained, crossing his arms over Neto. "Arrogant boys. You ask them questions and they ignore you", the lady grumbled in Spanish.
The boys were lost in confusion. "Let's just go get our rooms."
"Man, it's hard to stay in a place your unfamiliar with", Jolar complained, following Kibb and Michael. "Where's coach anyway?" Kibb asked, looking for him. "Gone, that guy is arguably the weirdest man I have ever known", Michael said.
"So, who's going to talk to the attendant about our...", Kibb was interrupted by Xavez, whom was in front of him. Shroder's on it," Xavez said.
"Shroder can speak Spanish?"
"Yep, though Italian, " Xavez added, "Basically, he's been flirting with the brunette for the past 10 minutes."
"So can I get your number?" Shroder asked in Spanish. She bent closer, seeming to kiss him.
"At what time will you be fre....", Kibb caught her off, asking for their tickets.
" I guess it's here," Kibb arrived at room 298, opening the door of his room and switching the lights on. He tossed his bags to a bed, noticing that they were two beds. "So, this isn't a single room?" Kibb was disappointed.
"Guess were roommates ey kid?" Samba asked, getting into the room. "Yeah," Neto was excited. The two seemed to settle nicely and soon got used to themselves. When they were done unpacking Samba looked out the window admiring Shamar. "Beautiful," he said. "Right?" keep asked, "This is the second time I've been to a hotel." "Oh yeah", Samba remembered, "When you went to Xhota. What do you do in a hotel anyway?"
"I mostly just use their Wi-Fi", Neto brought out his phone, "Take a look." "What do you take me for? A 70's guy" Samba asked.
It was 6:30 p.m. and the yellows moved to Vilaoin's Stadium, where they got ready for their match.
At about seven p.m. the lineups for both teams came out.
I.LAND FORMATION: 3-4-1-2
CB - Poker
CB -Neto
CB- Ral
LMF-Michael
LCMF-Riley
RCMF- Andol
RMF- Shroder
AMF-Xavez
CF- Samba
CF- Jolar
Vilaoin Formation: 4-3-3
LW- Diego
RW- Florence
ST- Vasquez
The match kicked off with I.land making the center pass. Samba passed down to Xavez, whom had his hair dyed white. Xavez passed to Shroder, who passed back to Kibb. Kibb trapped it, scanning the pitch, and clearing the ball to Jolar's direction.
"I have to improve on my passes just as Moz told me."
Several weeks ago
"I am grateful for your bicycle kick winner Kibb, but you and I know that luck can't keep saving our asses. You need to improve your vision. Forget about the prevision shit you talked about; it doesn't suit your type of play. As much as you may know where your team mates are, it isn't always the best tactic; you could make mistakes such as passing at the wrong time or without the right rhythm. I'm not saying it's bad, but you have to master normal visioning, and improve your technical first."
NOW,
Jolar trapped the ball with a marker on him. He hested the ball towads Andol, whom gave a loft for an already running Shroder. Shroder,at te right time, gave a one-time slightly high pass for the forwards. Vilaoin's GK came out of the post and cleared the ball.
"So much power on that clearance and it's heading for Vasquez."
I.land were on a highline defense tactic, and Kibb was the last man. The ball was heading in Kibb's direction, and he was determined to clear it, to avert Vasquez's chance.
Kibb drew close to Vasquez; suddenly Vasquez slipped to Kibb's right, misleading him, and regaining his balance to cut Kibb, moving to Kibb's left.
"What just happened? I wasn't dribbled. I was n't….."Kibb was interrupted from his thought. "Run back, Neto!" Michael urged. Kibb sprinted as fast as he could, but the latter's speed spaced them apart and Vasquez scored, directing the ball to the left of the post.
"GOAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I.land FC 0-1 Vilaoin (Vasquez 3')