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fair—height wise.
    Or so he wanted the Beach Blazer’s captain
to think.
    Instead of taking the kick-off himself, he
instructed a fellow team player to do it. He was the same height as
the guy they chose to do the kick-off so it leveled the playing
field. Not that Aidan had any qualms about taking advantage of his
height in any game or sport. On the contrary. He’d used it to his
advantage more times than not. And it wasn’t because he’d gotten
all generous all of a sudden. No. The choice to send another team
player to take his place for the kick-off was part of his
strategy. 
    He really did want that trophy—and he didn’t
want to disappoint her.
    Standing by the two jumpers for the teams,
the ref put the whistle to his lips before he tossed the ball up
between the two players braced to come into action, and blew the
starting whistle. Luckily, the brunette for the Arcadia Aces was an
excellent jumper. This was his specialty.
    So when the ball came down, he shot up into
the air like a tight-wound spring, shooting up higher than the team
player for the Beach Blazers. With a swift snap of his head, he
sent the soccer ball flying into Aidan’s direction.
    Quickly shooting into a short run, legs
defined with powerful, flexing muscles, Aidan threw himself up into
the air and with a snap of his head, knocked the ball in a high
arch over the heads of the opposing team’s players into a fairly
empty part of the field.
    Empty, except for Shawn, that is.
    He caught it and shot into a run, dribbling
it through a growing wall of Blazers. His legs moved with
skill and grace, snapping around before catching the ball on the
instep of his cleat before he kicked it straight down the field,
barely above the grass.
    The ball shot undeterred through the other
team player’s legs. They seemed hesitant or unable to catch it,
just as Romero and Mendes sped to the ball coming to the Arcadia
Aces’ Captain who was shooting forward.
    When they got too close, Aidan shot the ball
off to Marv further up to his right who stood closer to the goal,
and was no longer blocked by Romero. Marv knew what his Captain
wanted to do, so he caught the ball, dribbled it forward and
zigzagged between the Blazers’ defenders as Aidan sped forward
breaking through their defense. Marv kicked the ball to Aidan who
hauled back his left foot and with a hard kick, sent the soccer
ball spinning to the top right corner of the goal. 
    The ball was kicked so hard, it flew
right over the reaching fingers of the Blazer goalie into the net,
spinning along the back of it before it came right back out. With a
loud whoop , Marv shot to the
ball, secured it was already a goal, and kicked it back in before
running with arms up in victory.
    A roaring cheer erupted from the
bleachers.
    “ That was fuck tastic, Ace!” Shawn shouted happily as the
score board added another point to the home team.
    Aidan’s radiant, chiseled face broke into an
ear to ear grin as they slapped hands high in the air, passing each
other on their way to their respective positions. There wasn’t any
time to gloat, though. The clock was ticking, and they needed one
more goal to win.
    Aidan was determined to have that
trophy. 
    “ Cruijf! ” his
father shouted.
    He looked up, seeing Dad with hands cupped
along his mouth.
    “ CRUIJF! ” he
shouted again.
    Aidan chuckled, putting up an acknowledging
hand. 
    As the game resumed, the Arcadia Aces were
fighting hard to retrieve the ball from Romero. He was so fast,
zigzagging through the maze of Arcadia Aces legs with dangerous
ease that it looked as if no one could stop him. It was as if he
had four legs as quick as he was, but when he finally handed off
the ball just yards away from the Arcadia Aces’ goal, he made the
classic mistake all overconfident players make—not taking the kick
himself. Instead, he passed it to his fellow Brazilian team mate,
Mendes, but Mendes never got it. 
    Stan defended, and shot forward. Then he
kicked the ball