Mesmerizing football skills.

The boys smiled at Simon's confidence, their wish was for him to enter this football field and mess up. Maybe, he was an all-talk and no-do type of guy, they needed to whoop some ass. They showed him the way to enter the football field, and Simon followed their guidance as he stepped foot into the field and strolled over to where they were standing.

One of the boys stared directly into his eyes and said,

"Remember what you said, if you mess up here and you aren't as good as you say you are in football playing, we are to scold you as a mother would scold her child. And mothers do whoop their child's ass sometimes whenever they aren't happy with that child, that's a way of scolding. That's what we are gonna do to you if you mess up here, we all are gonna whoop your ass. Agreed?".

Simon nodded his head and uttered, "Agreed".

"OK, that's the ball over there, show us how good you are at football playing, display your skills to us". One of the boys said.

Simon used his foot to move the ball over to where he was standing, then he put the ball under the sole of his shoe so it wouldn't move away. Some of the boys had a smirk on their faces, they were waiting for him to mess up so they could whoop his ass, they were underestimating him. But Simon didn't mind them as he kept on holding the ball under the sole of his shoe.

"Go on man, or are you afraid? You shouldn't have said something you couldn't do. Just know, if you mess up here, we gonna whoop your ass badly". One of the boys uttered, a smirk was already forming on his face also.

Simon glanced at the boy that made that statement, smiled, and began displaying his football skills with the ball. The guys were mesmerized by what they were seeing, they opened their mouths in awe, they were wowed. Simon used the ball like never before, he kicked the ball with his foot 'causing it to move up, then he positioned his back neck as the ball landed on it. The boys were expecting the ball to fall off from his neck, but it didn't, Simon controlled it well.

The ball fell off from his neck when he allowed it to, he didn't allow the ball land on the ground as he positioned his right foot for the ball to land on it, and so it did. Then he started kicking the ball up, anytime the ball was about to land on the ground, he'll kick it up slightly once again without letting it touch the ground...he did it continually.

The boys couldn't take their eyes off what he was doing, they had confirmed that he was good at football playing. From the way he was handling the ball, some of them knew that he was good at football playing than them. Most of them were sad 'cause they wouldn't be able to whoop some ass anymore. But none of them had bad intentions towards him, they were sad that they wouldn't be able to whoop his ass, but they were happy that he was good at football playing...they planned on whopping his ass really badly if he messed up.

None of them had bad intentions towards him except for one guy. First of all, the boy was really unhappy that they wouldn't be able to whoop his ass anymore. Secondly, he felt like Simon was showing off, he had been displaying his skills for minutes now...maybe he was happy seeing that fascinated expressions on their faces.

Thirdly, Simon just came from nowhere disrupting their activity 'cause he wanted to join them in what they were doing, he felt it was wrong. He was already feeling a type of hatred and anger towards Simon, all he wanted was for Simon to finish displaying his so-called football skills and get the f**k out of this place. Meanwhile, Simon had no plans of leaving anytime soon, this was what he had passion for.

He kept on handling the ball in such a fascinating way as time passed, the boys couldn't even tell him to stop 'cause they were enjoying what they were watching him do, well, except for the boy that was feeling anger towards him. Finally! Simon finished displaying his football skills, he could keep on going if he wanted to.

Two of the boys still had that mesmerized expression on their faces though Simon was done with the amazing stuff he was doing. The other three guys had shaken the mesmerized expression off their faces, while the angered one wasn't even fascinated at all. Simon glanced at them and inquired,

"So what do you guys think? from what you've seen me do, am I good at football playing?".

"No doubt about it, you are a skillful football player. Those skills of yours were mesmerizing, the way you handled the ball was one of a kind. I know that I am a good football player, but men, as for those football skills of yours, am not sure I can do all". One of the boys said, he had no option but to acknowledge it.

"So my ass wouldn't get whooped?". Simon inquired of them once again, he knew the answer to that, he just wanted to ask.

"Not anymore, you've proven yourself". The boy uttered once again, he even had a smile on his face this time, "Let's play a friendly match, we'll share ourselves in two teams. Who's in?".

"Am in".

"Me too".

And so it kept on going as the remaining two boys agreed to participate in the match. But one of the boys said nothing, yeah, the one that was feeling anger and hatred towards Simon. The guy that suggested the friendly match strolled over to the boy, mentioned his name, and inquired,

"Aren't you interested in the match?".

With a type of unpleasant facial expression, he retorted,

"No, am not interested".

"Why?".

"Am not just interested, you guys can go on with the match".

He wasn't interested 'cause Simon was gonna be playing alongside them also, the anger he was feeling towards Simon was drawing him back. However, the person he was hating on had no idea that he was hating on him, Simon had not even a single clue about it. Since the guy wasn't gonna be joining them in the football match, they shared themselves in two teams.

It made things easier for them 'cause he joining them would make their total number seven, one team would have to have four players in it while the other would have three players...and it would seem like cheating. But since the boy wasn't interested in joining the match, it made their total number six, three players in one team and three in the other...no cheating. Out of the three players on each team, one of them was gonna act as goalkeeper.

They stood at different spots in the field, then two players passed the ball to each other before the main match began. It was such a tough match 'cause all of them there were good football players, they kept on dribbling and passing the ball to each other...teamwork took place a lot in the game. But before the ending of the first half, Simon made sure to score two goals and his other team member scored a goal.

The other team competing against them scored just a goal. But the other team made sure to come back fully prepared for the second half, they wouldn't let Simon's team over win them. The second half began, and it was as tough as the first half...actually, it was tougher. In just about 6 minutes of the second half, the team Simon was competing against scored a goal. After some minutes more, they scored another goal, it was a draw now, 3-3.

Now, Simon wouldn't let them win, he would make sure to score some goals before the climax of the second half. And so he did, he concentrated as he kept on dribbling and dribbling, and before they knew it, he had scored a goal...it wasn't a draw anymore. Almost close to the end of the second half, he scored another goal, then after some minutes more, the second half ended...the football match ended.

Simon's team won, the score was 5-3, they knew that they won 'cause of Simon...there was no doubt about that. While the football match was ongoing, Simon made sure to keep an eye on where he kept his backpack...he was playing and keeping an eye on it, nice, right? Meanwhile, the boy hating on Simon just stood at the side of the football field glaring at him, he felt like Simon was showing off. The hatred he was feeling towards Simon had increased.

But the fact remains, Simon had not even the slightest idea that the guy was hating on him.