Soon enough, all the players from both teams were lining up, shaking hands with each other before starting the game. Higo walked straight behind the team's captain, Omar Mascarell, and there, he could see the opposing players whom he had to face today.
'Yeah, fuck! They are so fucking tall and muscular! This means they are going to use the same exact strategy, relying on long passes, right? Oh, man… This will be an ugly game…'
For a second, Higo felt pity toward any people outside who decided to watch this game on TV. Even though the number wasn't that much, they most likely wanted to watch a good game, and unfortunately, today was definitely not one of them.
Higo himself walked immediately to the northern part of the pitch. He knew that once Omar lost the coin toss, the Spaniard captain would pick this side to play for the first half. True enough, a few seconds later, the man came back to the team, shrugging helplessly while saying, "They got the ball."
