It wasn't often that Mamoru got frustrated in the middle of the game. After all, he was always a bright boy who was loved and respected, sometimes even by his opponents. Unfortunately, today was one of the rare occasions where he was so vexed with everything on the pitch, as nothing really went well for his side.
"SHIT! THAT'S MAMORU AGAIN!"
"COME ON! SURROUND HIM! SURROUND HIM!"
BAM!
"HELL, YEAH!"
Mamoru scowled as the ball somehow got cleared away from his feet again. It was the fourth time in the last ten minutes that his penetration attempt met a huge encirclement, and honestly, so far, everything had gone well for his opponents. They always managed to put one body after another in the most suffocating way, cutting off all of his breathing space before killing him ruthlessly.
