Casual Drills
I love playing games in physical education class.
Today it's soccer practice, in teams of four or five.
I stand in front, facing the other guy in the middle.
When we start the game, I don't move an inch.
He brings the ball to me, and I take a single step.
With the sweep of my leg, the ball goes behind him.
He is surprised, and I point to where the ball is now.
I wait for him to come back with it, and we begin again.
Three times I do this, then another person takes their turns.
I'm expecting the third person to pop the ball over my foot.
When it's his turn, he does this, and I can only smile.
My game is over in that instant, and it's now my turn to switch out.
Maybe he'd do it again sometime, and let me practice my counter.
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