Wednesday Briefs: Second Shot – The Senior Year – 11
The tackle from behind sent Blake tumbling toward the pitch. Even before he got to his feet, he knew who’d done it. “What the fuck was that, Matt?” Darryl stood inches from Matt. “Are you trying to take out our starting mid? “What?” Matt glared at Blake over Darryl’s shoulder. “He’s hiding behind you now?” “Fuck you, Hopkins.” Blake tried to lunge at his teammate, but a pair of hands pulled him back. “What the fuck’s going on?” Jason screamed inches from Blake’s ear.