6. Kick-off

    The summariser's voice echoed through the loudhailer of the arena.   "Ladies and Gentleman, Welcome to the Seoul Sports Arena. This is the first kick-off from the 2015/2016 season. The Wolves won the previous season and established the record to never lose a match from the first play onwards. Their offenders, the Eagles, haven't had a tough time either in the second division. Betting shops all over Korea bet on a draw. The Eagles are hot favoured to win this season."   His mechanical vox seemed to inflame the attending supporters, as they hold up their scarf coloured of their favourite team. Their jubilation beefed up as soon as both teams entered the pitch. It was a deafening sound and wouldn't it be considered as unprofessional, Kai would wear ear defenders under his helmet.     Over and over did he read the opposing line-up formation. His team needed a new attack method. Kai's previous idea of a BOB, the command for a Body to Bod is now completely useless. Originally, every Liner from the Wolves were supposed to stop one Rusher from the Eagles, who might attack Kai.      Jongin was frozen in shock.    He was overpowered.    It was impossible to drown out the noisy background by his bare voice.    He felt so incredibly useless.    Kyungsoo wasn't supposed to be near the line of scrimmage, he was supposed to be at the end of their end zone. There was a high possibility that his prey would tackle him down and get the ball possession.   The predator was about to turn into the prey.    He could imagine the contagious smile the other had beneath the plastic-coated metal bars, and the chinstrap of the helmet.      His team was lined up in an I formation, waiting for the commands of their Quarterback to snap the ball and start the match. The time display was set on fifteen minutes.    Everyone waited for his snapcount.    He didn't think that he would need a back-up plan.    Jongin was seven yards away from his team, ensuring that the opposing team could not tackle him before he was able to throw the ball towards Chanyeol. Based on the opponents 5-2 line-up two people will cover Chanyeol, his previous cadence was ineffectual.    They only had four attempts to overcome a ten yards distance. Four inruns.   Suho, who was the nearest to Kai as the center, turned around to watch his teammate.    He was well aware that something was odd. Why did they refuse the usage of headsets in the first place? It would have been an advantage if their helmets were equipped with headsets. They could communicate faster among themselves.    Why didn't he start?   Suho turned around to face his opponents, he tighten his grip around the ball. Right in front of him was Kris. "Your skin looks unhealthy pale. Ever tried to apply some grass? I would love to help you out," he said with a daunting voice, his obnoxious laugh rang in his ears.    Were they the underdogs?     Jongin exhaled. His breath was visible, due to the extremely cold air and for a moment he looked up to the dark night sky. Jongin wasn't the type to pray, but he prayed that if someone heard his prayer, they would guide them through this.    "Down! – Set! – Hut!" he screamed.    Their snap code to start the match.    14 Minutes and 59 seconds left.    As soon as the words left his mouth, Suho threw the ball to him, he jumped to catch the ball.    Most people give up just when they’re about to achieve success. They quit on the one yard line. They give up at the last minute of the game one foot away from winning a touchdown. They give in, don't keep their spirits. But winners never quit. Champions keep playing.    "Red 04!" he hollered out. "Red 04!" he replied his cadence, hoping that Baekhyun would be able to hear him. He ran back