Previously on how I wanted it to go..... Lmao, this would defo be catchy if it were a movie.
Jumping back to the match against Starfield college.
Coach gave us roles that were to be implemented from this third quarter. Jace became our shooting guard, he was to attack from the left side of the court. Jensen was made the power forward who attacked from the right. And I was made the point guard just directly behind them. The goal was to give me freedom to read the play and control it. And we were hell bent on fulfilling that till the last drop.
Starfield college Vs Starling Strike, Third Quarter....
The first three minutes would be what you call a total domination. Starfield's coach looked totally lost. This was when 'The Unholy Trinity' lived up to their name. We were everywhere, the supposed non-existent chemistry went up in dust when Jensen and I complemented the other's play.
Commentator 2: when you take a look at Starfield's coach, you'll see the look we all have on our faces right now..... Surprised, shocked and taken aback.
Commentator 1: the unholy trinity has been running the show for the last five minutes or so. Starfield can barely keep up with their momentum.
Commentator 2: Jensen over to keima, who fakes a shot and sets up Jace. Another three points. Who can handle this trio?.
Commentator 1: hopefully, Starfield produces an answer by the fourth quarter. Scoreline 69-86. That's over thirty points made in just ten minutes of play. Talk about total domination.
Commentator 2: and there's one more quarter to go, either things get very ugly Very fast for Starfield. Or they fix up their defence.
Commentator 1: more to come in the fourth quarter. Stick around everyone.
Coach fuckface: now that's what I'm talking about, snatching every single bit of hope from their eyes. Did you see their faces when you both went in?, did you see their faces when we hit points after points after points?. This last quarter, I want a statement from you all. I want a win that'll be remembered till we all grow old. Am I understood?
Team: yes coach.
Commentator 2: we are in the final quarter of this intense matchup between Starfield who are ranked 2nd in the western division and Starling who are ranked 1st. Now the first and second quarter were just Starfield dominating everything, dictating what happens and what don't. But then, by the beginning of the third quarter Jensen West and Keima Ibeh were introduced.
Commentator 1 : now, just to add, these were players rumoured to be out with injuries. Imagine our shock to see them play.
Commentator 2: and they didn't just play, they turned this game on it's head, what took Starfield two quarters to build were totally demolished by Starling in one. That's how intense their attack were. That's how intense 'the unholy trinity' are.
Commentator 1: the whistle has gone off for the begining of the fourth quarter. Sit back and enjoy this last ten minutes with us.
Let's switch things up to my channel for a bit. I feel like I didn't really give any details about the third quarter so let's start from there.
Now Jensen and I headed out first to check in with the official scorer. I was limping, not too much though. I wanted to sell the impression that the only reason we were playing was cause coach had no choice but to force us. I don't know if you get the picture. Jensen saw this and immediately started massaging his shoulder, I'm guessing he got the picture I was trying to paint.
The official scorer showed concern and was even attempting to stop us from playing, but Jensen had to fill her in that we were just joking. And to prove that, i had to start jumping, while sneaking a peak at Natasha. Trust me when I said she looked mummified, whatever the hell that word meant. Now the PA ANNOUNCER saw the noise and mumbling by the crowd and decided to milk the whole situation, the presentation was peak, nothing else can be said. But one weird thing to point out though, what the fuck is wrong with Jensen. After that idiot got introduced, he thought doing five quick pushups would make any sense, like why?. I mean yeah, our school girls went nuts for that, but from my perspective?, that was just childish. I may just be hating, but then I'm speaking facts.
Now getting to the match. Taking all the points for us was a lot more easier than stealing candy from a child. I think they prepared with the idea that Jensen and I would be out, and that made things easy for us. They were looking unprepared all of a sudden, all shocked if I may add. Making fouls here and there, messing up the whole court. Every possession of ours led to a basket. Even my first basket came from 3 points out, which is something I don't usually go for. Before I knew it boom, boom , boom. Baskets after basket. Their coach, a man called Samuel just stood looking mortified, he tried everything to salvage the situation, throwing in subs after subs, making tactical changes after the other, but none could handle us. I mean, yeah, they did make baskets, but they were just overpowered. Trust me when I say our only enemy in this quarter was the scoreboard. When the indicator went off for the end of the third quarter, you could see the dissapointment on every one's face. We aimed at burying Starfield in that quarter itself.
Coach gave us his usual speech of devouring our enemies, and we had that in mind to achieve, but something was off. A team, who five minutes ago looked bamboozled for some reason were all looking collected and smiling. I knew for a fact that something was off. They made another change to bring in a really tall guy, and when I say tall, I'm telling you, this guy is not in our age group. Now the fourth quarter started off pretty well, that was until....
Commentator 2: that was a pretty nasty tackle by Starfield. But why has the ref waved it off?.
Commentator 1: Jace is down holding his stomach but for some reason the referee isn't calling the foul.
Commentator 2: maybe, from his angle he felt it was a clean tackle, but me personally. I think that's a foul.
Commentator 1: and ohhh, would you look at that?, Starfield gets the layup. 2 points their way.
Those Starfield guys were openly fouling us and the referee did nothing, he turned blind for some reason. No free throws, no possession of ball, no nothing. I knew for a fact we had to do something and we had to do it fast.
Commentator 2: Jace takes another heavy hit, again, and he's back on the floor groaning in pain while holding his stomach.
Commentator 1: and once again, the ref waves it off, I really don't want to say things cause the ref has the final say, but oh boy has he been wrong with his recent calls.
Commentator 2: the ref finally signals for a timeout so Jace can be attended to.
Commentator 1: but of course, that's after Starfield hits another 2.
Jensen: coach, They're cheating.
Coach fuckface: yeah I know, it's what they always do
Me: I have a crazy idea coach.
Coach fuckface: let's hear it
Me: the only reason they see a chance to foul us is cause we hold the ball long enough to attract a foul.
Matt: how?.
Me: think about it. Holding the ball for even a second gives them a chance to go for a foul, and that way the ref would easily just wave it off as a normal tackle. I'm thinking we do the girallo.
Coach fuckface: Girallo?.
Jace: it's something we've been working on on the side.
Coach fuckface: can I hear it ?.
Me: we send the pass as soon as we receive the ball, a variation of the tic-tac-toe. But this time a lot more swiftly and smoothly.
Jensen: you're forgetting the part where it's still a work in progress.
Jace: don't tell me you're chickening out Jensen, we're the unholy trinity, if anyone's gonna pull this off, its us.
Jensen: I know I know
Coach fuckface: if only you know how proud I am of you guys right now.
Me: before you get all emotional coach, one more thing. Who says we can't also foul them.
Matt: we can?.
Me: yeah we can, since the referee has decided to turn a blind eye to their fouls, let's ensure he remains blind.
Coach fuckface: you say a lot of crazy things, and that's why I like you keima.
Me: I know coach, now boys, WHO ARE WE!!?.
Coach fuckface: shut your mouth up. I never gave you the right to do that. Now boys WHO ARE WE!!!?.
The team: (chuckling) STARLING STRIKE.
Coach fuckface: I can't hear you. WHO ARE WE!!!?.
The team: STARLING STRIKE!!.
Coach fuckface: now let's go win this game.
Commentator 1: now this is the team spirit any team would want to have.
Commentator 2: yes Jeremiah. You can say that. I see them totally winning this.
The whistle went off for the resumption of the last quarter. Now if I'm being honest, the girallo is far from perfect, we never get the right rhythm and we end up traveling. But I guess we all knew one thing for sure, this was the time to perfect things. Although the disadvantage of this is we're excluding the last two members. About one minute on, though we started the girallo roughly...
Commentator 1: basket... Another one for Starling..... Jace with another three points... Starfield are just chasing dust at this point.
Jace was always going to be the focal point of our attack, but I guess he took it upon himself to punish them. This is the outline of the girallo : The five of us spread around the court and it start with Jace who doesn't dribble but throw a pass to me who immediately throws it to Jensen who also immediately passes it back to Jace who's already made it to the front of the arc, and then we leave it to our rainmaker to handle the rest. Now, all these pass takes nothing less than a second. Our attack starts and end with Jace. Also, we mix things up, if we use the girallo now, on the next attack we switch to Jensen and I's preferred game. Oh yeah, that bastard Jace decided to foul his man, but you're gonna need a good pair of my type of eyes to even notice it. Here's the gist, pass from Matt down to Jensen, and swiftly to me, back again to Jensen who's already in a new position, and immediately down to Jace. Now this idiot was supposed to pass back to Jensen or even me, but no, he decided to attempt the dribble. That huge guy who's definitely not in our age grade came over to block and stop the dribble. That's where he fucked up though, Jace just performed a zoom, zoom, cause I honestly can't start describing the dribble, but after passing by him, he made sure to kick the back of his knees and trust me, aggressively. The guy went down and everybody went nuts thinking it was cause of the dribble, and when I say nuts, I mean nuts.
Commentator 1: one thing I know for certain is if anyone did that to me, I'll quit playing as a whole.
Commentator 2: these are not the things that need consideration.
The giant of a teenager remained down crying and holding his knees but that didn't stop Jace from making his shot and of course, scoring. Again the giant refused to get, he kept wailing and crying, and people presumed when he was dribbled, he probably fractured a bone or something. Not like it's any of my businnes. Their coach had no choice but to sub him out, cause he claimed to be injured. That was their mistake though, cause that one sub gave us total dominance in the game.
Referee: (blows his whistle)
Commentator 1: oh my heavens, what did this game not have?.
Commentator 2: from coach John outsmarting his opponent, leading them here to attack from there. To the introduction of Jensen and Keima, to the fouls, to the quick possessive play of starling. This game had all.
Commentator 1: the suspense, the action, the everything.
Commentator 2: not to take anymore of your time, Starfield Vs Starling, full time, 87-134. A whooping 47 point gap, making sure to give no hope of snatching the western division title to Starfield.
Commentator 1: well then. Have a good day.
At the end of everything Jace made away with the MVP and moment of the match. He was everywhere. And this victory was the best thing for the team cause everyone went wild, really wild. The celebrations from the fans to the players to even coach, this victory meant a lot. Soon after, it was time for the mandatory hand shakes between each team to showcase 'sportmanship'. Of course we were shaking them with smiles and a hint of mockery, they were also smiling, but we could tell it was fake, well who cares?.
Natasha: hey
Me: hey beautiful, how are you?.
Natasha: surprised?
Me: why?.
Natasha: I mean, somehow, your ankle has been miraculously healed, same with Jensen's shoulder.
Me: to God be the glory.
Natasha: (looking serious) Why'd you lie to me?. I was genuinely worried.
Me: I lied?.
Natasha: yes you did. You even insisted that neither you nor Jensen would play.
Me: and why would you care about us playing?.
Natasha: I don't understand
Me: (inhaling sharply and deeply) how can I even put this?.
Natasha: put it anyway.
Me: a part of me always thought you were a snake, but I just wanted to believe you weren't cause I liked you. So what'd I do?, I shared a team secret with you hoping I could trust you. But then you decided to blab on to your team and coach.
Natasha: how---...
Me: don't interrupt me and let me finish. One thing I hate the most are liars, the thing I somehow hate above them are backstabbers.
Natasha: what are you even saying babe?.
Me: you fit into the description of both.
Natasha: look bae I can ex--…....
I didn't even wait for her to lie as usual before walking out
Kayode: there's our wonder boy with a 'broken' ankle.
Barry: yeah, how's it healed k?.
Me: this is why you must believe in God. He heals
Justin: you have a lot of explaining to do.
Me: (laughing) I know. Later though, have to run now.
AT OUR LOCKER ROOM****
James: I pray all our games end up being this hilarious.
Jace: I know right?. Did you see the face of that no-name when he fell?. It was hilarious
Me: (laughing) I know I said we could foul them, but I never thought you would.
Jensen: he did?.
Me: Why'd you think the dude went down?.
Jace: damn, nothing goes past those eyes of yours.
Jensen: wait a damn minute, you actually did ?.
Jace: yeah, kicked him so hard he went over.
Matt: that was reckless, what if you got taken out by the ref?.
Jace: did I ??.
Matt: no, but?....
Jace: but nothing, all's well that ends well.
Coach fuckface: (walking in) Jace, one match suspension.
Jace: uncle...
Coach fuckface: that's my final say. Next match you're out. There's no excuse for recklessness. And you keima, your punishment would be for later.
Me: (laughing) I didn't even do anything.
Coach fuckface: (hissing) now boys, aside from my nephew and keima who were being stupid as usual, you guys did a fantastic job.
Jensen: the title belongs to us.
Coach fuckface: that's the spirit. That right there is the spirit.
Matt: but then coach, this means we won't be able to use the bait technique anymore. Right?.
Coach fuckface: says who?.
Me: everyone knows what to expect now.
Coach fuckface: except this time, they'll over prepare, expecting a trap that never existed, and they'll be over cautious, easy to grab the points.
Jace: you're the best coach we've ever had coach
Coach fuckface: I'm the only coach you've ever had.
Jace: whatever, to the boys let's hear it for coach fuckface
Coach fuckface: wait, what?.
Jace: I mean, let's hear it for coach Josh.
The whole team: COACH!. COACH!!. COACH!!!.
Coach fuckface: that's enough, can someone explain to me why Jace called me fuckface?. Why does the whole school call me that?. Is there something wrong with my face?.
Matt: no coach, promise you won't get mad?.
Coach fuckface: I already am, I've been looking for who started this shit in the first place. So explain why I'm been called that?.
Jace: Matt let me do the honour.
Matt: okay.
Jace: so uhmmm, after you lost aunt Luciana You've been this depressed dude who lost his single reason to smile. I mean recently you started cracking some after we win matches, but then you just go back to default settings. I do know you loved here and she also loved you, but I also know she'll want you to move on and not dwell on the past.
Coach fuckface: hmmmm..... Everyone's dismissed for now, meet up In the cafeteria in 20.
Jensen: (without hesitating) yes coach, come on guys, let's go.
I understand why Jensen did that. This is coaches time to just think. Even he deserves some private time.
ENTERING MY ROOM*****
Justin: speak of the devil
So, my devilish friends were busy gossiping about someone who I'm guessing was me, and they had a surprise visitor. Non other than my girlfriend Tephnine West. When I say she looked mad, she did. And now I'm just remembering my promise to never lie to her, fuck!.
Me: hey baby.
Tephnine: was I that before or after you lied to me?.
Me: lied?.
Tephnine: your broken ankle?. Your fued with Jensen?.
Me: ohhh that lie. I'm sorry babe, it wasn't really my plan. It was all coach.
Tephnine: and you couldn't trust me to even give a hint.
Me: it's not like I don't trust you, coach made us swear on our life
Tephnine: you even had the guts to curse at Jensen
Me: sorry
Tephnine: why do I even care about Jensen, you should have seen the way he cursed at you.
Me: sooo.... Am I forgiven?.
Tephnine: in your dreams.
Me: babe, I'm genuinely sorry.
Tephnine: who's that girl?.
Me: which?.
Tephnine: Natasha Alobi?.
Fuck!. Of course she fucking knows everything.
Me: my inside help.
Tephnine: explain.
Me: so coach gave me an heads up on the plan, and I had to find an inside help to sell the plan. She was that
Tephnine: Keep going.
Me: I had to make her trust me, which included flirting with her and breaking her defence, then I went on to sell our injuries and fight so she can pass it on to her coach.
Tephnine: and you just knew she would?.
Me: duhhhh, of course. I know snakes from a glance.
Tephnine: hmmm, I mean, I do understand. But things like this should be consulted with me first.
Me: babe, I consult you, I literally open up the plan, and then I die cause I swore with my life.
Tephnine: (laughing) what??.
Me: kayode, am I lying?.
Kayode: unfortunately, no. It's something that happens here a lot.
Tephnine: okay, but that doesn't still exclude the whole Natasha part, that's indirect chea--...
I'm guessing you can tell what happened, muted her with the mello. She wanted the kiss too because she refused to break it, I enjoyed every part of it till the demonic entities I called my friends stepped up.
Kayode: you guys should get yourselves a room.
Tephnine: (breaking the kiss) You're such an asshole
Me: I know right?.
Tephnine: I was talking you babe, the idiot I call my man.
Me: ouch babe, What'd I even do?.
Tephnine: why would you just kiss me outta the blue?.
Me: cause I love you and it hurts that you're mad at me
Tephnine: (smiling) words of my player.
Me: I don't know if that was meant to be a compliment or a jab. But whatever it is. I love you Tephnine West.
Tephnine: I know, I love you too.
TO BE CONTINUED******