OOC: BY the way when i refered to David John and JAmes i ment my privates
Tom shouted in joy as he scored another goal. It had been only a couple of weeks since Tom had been released from the hospital but he was nearly recovered from his wound in his left knee. He had been in the hospital for six months and now he was playing football. It was a simple game a certain number of players on each side kicking a ball into each others goals. They had seven people on each team, Tom had agreed with the others that it would be mix teams. On his team Tom had James on his and six other Americans while David and John Hobbe was on the other with a few Canadians. The score was three to two to them even thought they were winning Tom was being cautious the other team was good he had no doubt about that and he was winning by a thread. 'OK boys we are doing good!' they were about to cheer but Tom cut across 'Were doing good but tha still doesn't mean we have won'. They looked at him with disappointment, 'But that doesn't mean we are going to lose no boys! We are gonna win this game!' he shouted out and they cheered again before he quieted them down again. 'Ok this is what i want too do ok Ollie you'll pass to James who will pass to me, then i shall pass it to Derick then he will pass to Richie who will score Bill and Jake can stay back ok?'they all nodded. 'Right OK let's do this!'.