Alright boys, that's enough!" Tom's voice rang out, sharp and commanding.
The reaction was immediate. Players all over the pitch collapsed onto the grass, their chests rising and falling rapidly as they gasped for air. Some lay flat on their backs, others curled up on their sides, too exhausted to even speak.
Jerry rolled over onto his stomach, sucking in deep, ragged breaths. His lungs burned, his legs felt like they were made of lead, and sweat clung to his body like a second skin.
So this is why he made us rest yesterday, he thought bitterly. Tom had gone all out today, pushing them to their absolute limits.
"Alright, get up. No time to rest!" Tom barked, his voice slicing through the groans of protest.