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The1HBIC 
Marie noticed how at ease Evan looked while he was playing. He looked so at home with this and he wasn't even getting upset with all her questions. And she was worried that he would laugh at her. "So taking the ball from a player on the other team is called a tackle, and if it is done the right way you don't end up on the ground?" Well that she could handle, maybe, but first she had to pay attention to the ball coming at her. Sticking her other foot out just in time she kicked the ball just a little harder than last time wanting to make sure it was really going to make it back to Evan. "So we pass the ball down the pitch like we are doing here, how do we know who gets to try and get it in the goal?" She felt pretty confident about passing the ball while just standing there, but now that she mentioned running and doing the same thing she didn't feel so sure about herself.
Evan nodded at the question, eyes still at her feet. For a second, he imagined himself as a manager as good as Mourinho. He payed more attention to Marie. She was his first student, after all. And he'd try his best to perfect her. He chuckled at his dreams. He'd never give up on dreaming becoming a big man in football society. He thought he still had some chance, even though it'd be like a miracle.
"Nice one." Evan called to Marie and smiled as he intercepted the ball with the outer part of his right foot, and shot back with his inside left again casually. Maybe if he worked everyday like this, he'd keep his form, and--
"Oh, the positions on the field is called line-up. Every player grows to play at a specific area, and usually the others pass to the striker, a.k.a the one who knows the best how to score a goal. But if the other players create themselves better chances, of course you'd pass to them." He hoped it wasn't too much, he wouldn't want to scare his first student.