"And it's a pass to Neto and a shot from him, giving his team the winning goal in the stadium."
'And the man of the match is "Neto Kibb". Any word from the MOTM to his fans.' ' So what do you have to say; this being your 100th goal in your playing career.'
'It's a pleasure and of course, I can't take all the credit. I had my team to back me up.'
Neto woke up, realizing he was dreaming. Looking at the timer, he went back to bed at 7:46am "Has one week passed already?" He groaned, 'This wasn't a good night sleep. I guess it's probably because of how much work I have been doing.'
He looked back at the timer. The time was 7:53am., '7:53!Time flies when you are unaware of it.' .
'Huh, huh', He paced, 'Can't be late, can't be late.'
"He always does this. He's late", Steve said. "Don't worry he'll make it', Michael assured. .Steve grumbled, 'We are about to begin'. Samba soon announced the commencing of the 3rd stage and read out the recruit pro footballers
TEAM Y –Samba and Andol
TEAM A –Lewee and Thrist
TEAM Z – Xavez and Poker
TEAM O – Alexis and Shroder
At that moment, Neto arrived, looking at the interactive board and seeing his pro team mates. He also saw that their next game was against Team z, who gave their previous opponents 5-0.
The first match was Team A against Team Y.
'So, I didn't have to come now. Who knew?' Neto realized. "I guess we might as well watch" , Michael added, putting both hands behind his head, "I want to see what this Samba guy is made of."
Team Y and Team A went to the pitch and the pro footballers were getting used to their teammates.
"You have some nerve doing this to me Samba", Lewee said to an excited Samba.
Team A's players were arguing among themselves about who to play goalie. Samba came and told them that they were free to play without a goalie.
'So who's playing goalie?' One of the players asked.
"I've got no interest in this. I'll playing goalie", Thrist said. "So you really expect me to play with idiots", Lewee said.
The game kicked off. Samba's team were playing a 2-1-3 formation. Andol was the 1 while Samba played CF in the middle of the front three.
The pass came to Samba. Controlling the ball, he moved forward, dribbling through Team A. He passed the ball to his RW, who passed to Samba and then to the LW, forming a triangle of passes amongst the 3 forwards. The pass came back to Samba, who decided to go it alone. He dribbled t 3 players and used a Neymar rocket to lift the ball over the last player in the defense line. Samba reached the ball, and passed it to his LW, Jolar, a not-so hefty, but average in height guy. Jolar sent a through pass to Samba on the other wing. "Good visioning", commented Samba. Samba paced towards the ball and made a trivela pass to his teammate on the left, who volleyed the ball, but it was punched out by Thrist . Samba rushed for the rebounded ball and crossed it to Jolar on his wing. The cross was above Jolar; then he jumped, and headed the ball into the post. Match score: 1-0
The toilet was just flushed. Neto let himself out after washing his hands. Reaching the main hall, he saw Michael who was in front of him. "So what's up with the match who won ", Neto asked. ."Sambas team obviously?" Steve said from a distance.' Dude check this out', Michael called Neto over . As he viewed the scoreboard, he was in shock to see a 10-0. Goal scorers: Jolar, 2 goals; Samba, 5 goals; Andol, 3 goals.
"Our match is next to Neto. We are playing Team z."
Team O readied their gear to pitch to be met by Alexis and Shroder, two guys of average build. Alexis was a bit shorter than Shroder. Alexis had green eyes, black hair while Shroder was brown-eyed, with moustache like that of Russian and black hair.
Neto had already gone to the post. 'Hey, I call the shots here .Who is to say that you are the goalie?' Shroder decided to choose a goalie using a mini mini mo game and it still ended up on Neto. " Oh, guess you are the goalie, but do not worry. Play well and you could be picked."
The match kicked off with Steve and Mike (Michael) in the front, Canco, Alexis and Shroder in the midfield and Dogo in the defending lane. 1-3-2. The center pass was made by Steve. Using one-two's, Mike and Steve got pass their opponents. Mike sent a through pass to Steve. "It's going there", said Team z's midfielder. He moved forward and stole the ball. Dogo moved up for a match up, tried to pressure him, but he bulged out, crossing to his team mates. Canco intercepted the cross and passed to Alexis, whom sighting a tackling player, used a body feint to misdirect him and passed it to Michael, but Team z's midfielder was already on the pass. He stole the ball once again and crossed it to Xavez on the RW, who took a one –time shot at the post, but it was deflected out by Neto, resulting in a corner kick.
In the post, tension for Neto grew as to what to do for the upcoming cross. Xavez took the right corner kick. Team z's midfielder immediately reacted, moving in the direction to the ball. Winking at Poker, he feinted a shot to Neto's right, and passed to Poker, who trapped the ball in at Neto's left. Match score: 1-0.
HALFTIME
Neto was in the locker-room, thinking of the goal he just conceded. "That midfielder is a tactical one. I bet he is the one that scored those five goals", Neto said, "He is the hinge around Team z so if we can neutralize him, we win."
2ND HALF
The 2nd kicked off. Neto realized that the midfielder was now staying back, Ral and Poker were in front and the remaining 3 were in the middle. Team z possessioned Team O with allied passes. "That midfielder", Neto thought, "Where is he…. Wait a sec" Neto noticed that every time Poker was with the ball, he always passed to Xavez, who either passed back or back to that midfielder. Any overhead shot to come were always passed by the midfielder to any of the 3 players in the middle or in for the forwards.
Neto waited calmly and patiently, then rushed in as the pass came to that midfielder. Neto watched his eyes and went towards Xavez's direction, "Dude the post is open", Dogo exclaimed. Neto stole the ball and cleared it for Steve, whom took a one- time volley to the post. Matchscore1-1
At that moment, the match was much of a drag with rallies of shots and passes. Shroder was fouled in the 18 yard box. It was a penalty kick for Team O , and Mike was not to be denied.
Team O won the match with 2 goals. And that was it. TEAM O was around Michael. Neto realized that all their games ended 2-1 and hoped that it would be the same with Samba, but he was still worried he won't be noticed as a goalie.
Samba, on his way, saw and congratulated Neto for making it to the final stage. Neto was worried about facing I.land's best and wondered if he could get picked even if they end up winning the tryouts.