Kick!
Thank you my lovely friend!
Kick from the tentatively titled fic, here for a reason but you don't know why aka false confidence:
Dixon took possession of the ball and passed it over to Jamie. Jamie kicked it over to Sam, Jamie ran his route, and Ted kept his eyes on Jamie, waiting for the pass from Sam. But Zava, Zava didn’t even move. Ted could hear Beard yelling at the striker, but the words were lost in white noise.











