Against Silver Riders

As the whistle blew the second half of the game began, the Rosewood team, led by their forward Tony, burst into action.

Kenny's future vision flickered. He saw Jake charging towards the goal, a blur of motion, and the ball hurtling towards the net. He saw Tony, caught off guard, struggling to defend. In that moment, Kenny knew what he had to do.

"Tony, watch out!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the field, his words a surprise to both his teammates and the opposing team.

Tony, momentarily startled, looked at Kenny, confusion etched on his face. But before he could say anything, Jake, who had heard Kenny's warning, altered his trajectory, sending the ball sailing wide of the goal.

"What was that about, Kenny?" Tony asked, his voice almost a whisper, a mixture of bewilderment and gratitude.

Kenny shrugged, his heart racing. "I just had a feeling, that's all."

Peter, their coach, a gruff man with a booming voice, was watching this exchange with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity. "Kenny, focus on the game," he called out. "Don't get distracted."

Kenny, however, felt a surge of confidence. His secret, though hidden, had given him an edge. He continued to play, his mind racing ahead, his movements anticipating his opponents, saving seemingly impossible shots with ease.

Kenny gaze swept across the field, his eyes flitting from player to player, absorbing the future.

"Alright, Kenny, focus!" Coach Peter barked, a figure with a perpetually stern expression.

Kenny nodded, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He had seen it all – Tony's spectacular goal, Jake's almost comical miss. He knew the script, but the execution was still up in the air.

Tony dribbled past defenders with the grace of a gazelle. But his shot, aimed at the top corner, was stopped by a brilliant save from the Silver Riders' goalkeeper.

The crowd erupted, but Kenny knew this was just the beginning. He had seen a minute ahead, Tony scoring, but the Silver Riders goalkeeper saving it. This wasn't about seeing the future, it was about using it.

A few minutes later, the ball fell to Jake, the Silver Riders' star. Jake, with his signature swagger, prepared to unleash a powerful shot. Kenny, however, saw Jake's shot veering wildly off target. This wasn't his future; he had to change it.

With a nonchalant flick of his wrist, Kenny directed his teammate, a burly defender named john, to slide tackle Jake. Mark, momentarily confused, hesitated, then realised the urgency in Kenny's eyes. He lunged, taking the ball just as Jake was about to strike.

"What are you doing?!" Jake yelled, outraged.

Coach Peter, confused, gave Kenny a puzzled look. The crowd, however, was in stitches. The Silver Riders' captain, attempting to recover gracefully, tripped, landing with a comical thud.

"Kenny, you have been playing like a man possessed!" Emma exclaimed, her face a mix of amusement and admiration.

As The second half mirrored the first, with Kenny using his ability to anticipate every move but the score still remains zero-zero. He guided his team, stopping every tackle and kicks, and even predicting the Silver Riders' coach's tactical changes.

Kenny scanned the field, focusing on his vision. He saw the Silver Riders' defense shifting, the ball came to him then a gap opened up on the left flank where Tony was there. Tony is just out of reach of the defenders.

The vision was clear, vivid. A chance of goal. It was a chance, a moment of destiny. But how to capitalize on it without revealing his secret? He decided to trust his instincts.

The game was a whirlwind of action, the Silver Riders pushing relentlessly. Kenny felt the weight of expectations, but his mind was focused on the vision, replaying it, memorizing every detail. He saw the Silver Riders, a formidable defender, making a slight misstep, his attention drawn to another teammate. That was it, the opening Tony needed.

Then, he used it: himself, running towards the ball, his foot connecting with a powerful shot, the ball soaring on the sky and reaching the left flank.

"Remember the drill, Tony" Kenny called out, his voice calm despite the adrenaline coursing through him. "Hold the line, wait for the pass." Yelled at Tony.

Tony remembered his shot while doing drills.

Finally, the moment arrived. The ball, a perfect cross from kenny, came floating towards Tony, landing precisely in the opening he seen in his vision. Kenny's heart pounded in his chest, but he kept his composure. Tony took a deep breath, felt the power surge through his legs, and unleashed a thunderous shot.

The ball flew, a perfect arc, cutting through the air with an almost audible crack. The Silver Riders goalkeeper, caught off guard, was helpless as the ball nestled in the net. A roar erupted from the Rosewood crowd, the stadium vibrating with the sound of their cheers. A final relief and triumph washed over Kenny. Tony scored the goal.

With time running out, the Silver Riders, desperate for a goal, threw everything they had at the Rosewood goal. They striked at Kenny with wave after wave of goal shots, each more furious than the last.

Kenny, however, stayed calm. He had seen the future. and the game ended with a one-zero victory for Rosewood.

The referee's whistle blew, signaling the end of the match. The Rosewood team had emerged victorious.

Coach Peter's heart swelled with pride as he watched his team revel in their hard-earned victory. He made his way onto the field, his face splitting into a wide grin as he approached Kenny and Tony, who were still caught up in the excitement of the moment.

"Boys, that was incredible," Coach Peter exclaimed, clapping them both on the back. "You showed true grit and determination out there, and it paid off."

Kenny and Tony beamed up at their coach, their faces flushed with exertion and joy. "Thanks, Coach," Kenny said, his voice filled with emotion. "We couldn't have done it without your guidance and support."

Tony nodded in agreement, his eyes sparkling with pride. "Yeah, Coach, you always believed in us, even when things looked bleak. We owe this win to you."

Among the sea of cheering spectators, Kenny spotted Emma, clapping enthusiastically. She made her way down to the field, a smile lighting up her face as she congratulated Kenny and Tony on their win.

"Great game, guys! You were amazing out there," Emma said, her words filled with happiness.

Kenny and Tony exchanged proud smiles, thanking Emma.

After the match, the three friends decided to celebrate the victory by heading to the school cafeteria for a well-deserved meal.

As they entered the bustling cafeteria, the aroma of freshly baked pizza and spicy chicken wings filled their nostrils. The three friends scanned for an empty table, their eyes landing on a vacant spot by the window. They settled in, their laughter echoing through the cafeteria.

It was then that Kenny felt it. A strange sensation when his hand accidentally brushed against Emma's.

It was as if a jolt of electricity had shot through his veins, causing him to see a vision unlike any he had experienced before. This time, the vision was not of his own making but was a shared experience with Emma.