League of His Own Ch. 12 - Sex Stories

League of His Own Ch. 12

... his career. But they need the break. Reset and then come back out fresh for the second half."

"The siren sounds and the referee blows his whistle to end the first half. The Rangers players gather in their half of the pitch, and you can see Cole is laying down the law. A sea of nodding heads before the Rangers players run off the field together. Listen to the crowd! Amazing reception."

"Great captaincy there from Cole, Vossy. Given them his thoughts but has them running off as a unit. They're in this together. Their coach will fire them up for the second half. This game isn't over by any stretch of the imagination. Everyone wrote them off even before the start of the Finals Series. Many call them making the Grand Final a miracle. No reason why the miracle can't keep going."

"What did the coach say at halftime?" Kyla asked.

"Nothing unexpected. Told us to stick to the plan. Smother their forwards. Look for gaps. Be creative. Catch them unawares. Parramatta relied on their defence all year. We knew that we'd been caught out by that second try. The first try had been well-earned by them, and we simply hadn't recovered by the time of their second."

After the usual halftime show, I watched us run out onto the field for the second half. I almost smiled as I could see my teammates were all confident. It's all in the body language, the way they were all shouting encouragement. And there was absolutely no fear. Only belief in the cause and our eventual victory.

We ...

... didn't start the second half all that well as we gave away a penalty within five minutes that they scored a goal from. That made the score fourteen points to six in favour of Parramatta, but we had thirty-five minutes to play.

The match was played at a frenetic pace. Players on the field never take notice of just how fast everything is moving in the moment. We simply focus on each play. Each tackle. Concentrate. No mistakes. Don't give away stupid penalties. Focus on either defending the line or creating a move that might lead to us scoring a try. Honestly, some games feel like they pass in the blink of an eye.

Fifteen minutes to go and Parramatta still held an eight-point lead. We'd been throwing everything at them, but the Eels defensive line held firm for the time being. But as the minutes ticked down, players began to tire. Mistakes did start to happen. And gaps started to appear every so often.

"Rangers are forty out from their own line. Third tackle. Elias takes the ball, passes to Roach. Great run by Roach! Over the halfway line, two Eels players falling away from the tackle. He's eventually put down thirty-five out from the Eels line. Fourth tackle. Elias to Cole. Cole moves forward, dummies... Cut out pass to Freeman. Freeman passes to Grant. Grant hits the line. Offload! Brasher's through. Past the thirty. Offloads to Hanley. Hanley steps... Ankle tap. He stumbles... And offloads to Pearce. Pearce sprints away and scores. Rangers are back in this. Pearce ...