Team A vs Team B

Edward stepped into the room, feeling every eye lock onto him as the players quieted down. The energy in the room was thick with nervousness and anticipation—he could see it in the way some players stood rigid, while others seemed to shift their weight anxiously. But a few held his gaze with that certain spark, the kind of quiet confidence he recognized.

Near the back, leaning casually against the wall, was Dylan. He gave Edward a subtle nod, their own silent exchange that said, "Let's do this." Edward resisted the urge to smile; here, they'd have to keep it strictly professional.

Clearing his throat, Edward addressed the group. "Good afternoon, everyone. I'm Coach West. Some of you may have heard my name, but forget that for now. Today, I'm here to see who's ready to fight for a spot on this team." He looked each player in the eye, letting his words sink in. "This isn't just another trial. It's a test—a gateway to history. Will you be part of the first squad of this team? Will you be there to witness the team's rise to the top firsthand? This trial is here to decide whether you have what it takes for your names to be etched in this club's history books."

A ripple went through the players, their faces serious as they glanced at one another. Edward could see the shift; they understood what was at stake.

Taking the time when the players where murmuring Edward checked on their overalls and potential and he was quite disappointed as almost all the players had an overall between 64 and 75, hmm? Edward's thoughts paused as he spots a surprising stat

Status: a special prospect

Form: good

Pass:76

Shot:78

Pace:89

Dribbling: 80

Leadership: 65

Defense:60

Overall: 78

Potential: 84

Suprised by the amazing stats Edward decides to see his shooting attributes and pace attributes

Shot

78 Positioning

79 Finishing

83 Shot Power

74 Long Shots

76 Volleys

80 Penalties

Pace

87 Acceleration

91 Sprint Speed

'Yes!' Edward exclaims inwardly, feeling the urge to punch the air in excitement, barely holding himself back to avoid embarrassing himself in front of the players.

complement

'Not only did I get a player with over 80 overall and S-rank potential, but I also have someone who complements the style of play I developed,' Edward thinks, searching for the player's information on the sheet of paper in his hands.

'Ah, here it is,' he thinks as he pulls a specific sheet from the stack, reading through the details. On the passport photo is a brown-skinned man with medium-sized dreadlocks. 'Anthony Ola… oh, it says here he's Nigerian but has English citizenship.'

'Center back? … What kind of horseshit is this? Why aren't you a winger, for Christ's sake? Your defense stat is trash, and your running stats are too good to be wasted,' Edward complains in his mind as he eyes Anthony, who stands at the back with his tattooed arms folded across his chest.

Realizing that silently complaining was useless, Edward decides to call Anthony over for a talk.

Hearing his name, Anthony gives a confused look as he strolls over to where Edward is, carefully avoiding bumping into anyone on the way.

"Hey Anthony, just needed to confirm something with you real quick—you filled in center back as your position, right?" Edward asks, showing Anthony the sheet of paper in his hands.

"Yes?" Anthony replies, looking a bit confused.

Edward pauses, considering how to gently tell Anthony that the position might not suit him, before coming up with a different approach.

"Listen, I want to experiment with something related to the style of play I'm developing for the club. I just need you to play as a winger for this upcoming match. If it works out, would you consider changing positions?" Edward looks at Anthony, anxious for his response.

"Okay, whatever you say, Coach," Anthony replies, causing Edward to relax as he lets out a sigh of relief.

In truth, Anthony had already considered changing his position after not performing well as a center back in his last season with his previous club. Now that Edward had suggested it, he figured he'd go along with the experiment. If it didn't work out, he wouldn't be the one to blame.

"Okay, guys, focus here," Edward shouts, drawing all the players' attention as he heads to the board at the front of the room.

Edward spends a moment drawing circles on the tactical board, carefully labeling each position beneath the circles.

Once he's done, he puts down his marker and looks up at the now attentive players.

"We'll go with a flat 4-3-3 formation. This setup is based on everyone's position," Edward says, addressing the players. "This is a practice match to test if you're fit for the team, so play your best. Everyone will get a chance to shine, so don't be upset if your name isn't in the starting lineup." His words prompt nods of understanding from the players.

"Now that we're on the same page, here are the players in the starting lineup." He then begins listing the names, with Dylan and Anthony's names among them, as expected.

As soon as Edward finishes listing the lineup, a knock on the door catches everyone's attention. A staff member enters the room, wearing a white top with the club's crest on the chest.

The man walks straight to Edward and leans in to whisper something in his ear. Once finished, he exits the room without a word.

"Alright, Team A," he continued, "we're up first. Follow me, and let's get out there."

Status: A star ready to shine

Form: Excellent

Overall: 85

Potential: SSS

Attributes:

• Pass: 88

• Crossing: 80

• Free Kick Accuracy: 92

• Short Passing: 87

• Long Passing: 86

• Curve: 93

• Shot: 79

• Pace: 76

• Dribbling: 80

• Physical: 79

• Leadership: 82

• Defense: 63

• Spatial Awareness: Locked (S)

"This is what I call OP," Edward murmurs, a grin forming as he heads out of the room, his players following close behind.

The team followed him onto the field, the usual chatter replaced by quiet determination. Edward spotted Alex with his own team on the opposite side, giving him a thumbs-up and a cheeky grin. Edward responded with a slight nod, already focused on the game ahead.

Once they reached the field, Edward blew a sharp whistle, bringing his team into a huddle. "Listen up, I'll say this one last time . I've placed each of you in positions based on your profiles, but don't get comfortable. Show me something that makes me question that decision. Play hard. Play smart. I'm watching every move."

The players nodded, tension and excitement visible on their faces. As they broke from the huddle and took their positions, Edward crossed his arms, feeling a renewed sense of excitement and anticipation wash over him.

The first whistle sounded, and the game began.

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To those who might think that Dylan's stat are a little too much, chill the upper limit isn't 100 as you should have guessed by now so he wouldn't be reaching overpowered level anytime soon

And if you have any ideas for good plays and strategies I would be open to hear them