First Training Session III

"Right, listen up," Maddox called out, his voice carrying across the training ground.

The players jogged over, gathering around him, sweat already beading on their foreheads from the warm-up drills.

"We're going to have a scrimmage. Forty minutes. I want to see how you play under pressure and also get familiar with your play style."

The holographic panels flickered in his vision as he looked at each player. Formation suggestions floated at the edge of his sight: 4-3-3, 4-2-3-1.

But first, he needed to see them play. Really play, in other to confirm what formation suited them best.

"Teddy, grab the bibs," Maddox said. "There'll be red and blue teams. We'll split them down the middle."

Johnson nodded and jogged to the equipment bag. The players shifted on their feet, some stretching, others bouncing with nervous energy.

Jack Stones was already organizing the defenders, his captain's armband catching the afternoon light.