"One two, one two, on two three. One two, one two, one two three." A loud voice then did resounded and what comes next are the mot so typical form of shoes that are only for those so called national player. Such shoes are created for those who are man. Man who have a scars behind them. Such shoes are different to those we regularly knows, for such shoes are created for those man who knows how to play. Such shoe landed on a wet and green grasses, grasses that are properly laid. Shoes of several colours did appear. Then a well built guy covered in white appear. Their faces are filled with white, dyed of dusty, dusty powdered white objects. On their faces are the mark of a man ready for war. They wore a great helm, ready to protect them at any time. Their back and shoulders are filled with great armout ready to protect them at any cost.
All of them together formed a line, it's like an old ancient way of war. Only cowards will cower in fear. They don't hold any words on it, their eyes are fears, they all are filled with grandeur of being a warrior. Then a whistle was blown. The line then did worked together. There a battle of strength appear. Hands of colours have the same common goal. Pave a way to the runner. But one man did not, he choose the way of a brawler. A fight of endurance and strength. On his eyes there you could embed the eyes of a lion. His body are filled with insurmountable strength. The strength of twelve men. He dashed forward, and the line of the opponent was broken. The usual line of great men, were broken into pieces and he smiled as the opponent were sent down. He do not cares of who the runner is. He only cares for war and battle of strength. As soon as the line was broken, he dashed to the next opponent. He only wants to sent them down. A single tackle could make an opponent down, a single force that would make his own victory. Four, five, six, and seven hurled him down. With the ball on his hands, the crowd did rejoiced. Then the whole team smiled for victory. The crowd gave out applause, and the cheers of the crowd, resonated. The man stood up, aswell as those 6 brave men on the ground. Sportsmanship was revealed. Then an announcer resonated. "ONCE AGAIN THE GREAT TITAN, DESTROYED THE LINE OF THE SIX STRONG MAN, WITH THE BALL ON HIS HANDS. WHO AMONG YOU IS STRONG ENOUGH TO STOP THIS GREAT TITAN.".
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The whole crowd did rejoiced and the strong man gave their hands and shows how professional are they. The white mark on their head shows it all. The foot ball field rejoiced. Then all of them went for their next position. The yard is as lively as hell. The souls of the strong men lingers on it. "SET". Then the strength of their legs shows it all. Their backs that were formed from the beginning shows it well. "HUT"...
End of chapter 1.
