Supa Strikas: Play Through It to Own It

Ep 3: The Lost Star

Hey, Wattpad people and Strika Fans. Kalina, here, checking up and seeing how you're all doing. On today's episode, the team takes on a challenge that'll make or break to win against their next opponents. And I know just the guy for the job. Gotta run, guys! I've got my work cut out for me...

>>>>>>>Kalina's POV>>>>>>>

5 a.m.

When I got to Strikaland, I was the only one here. It's not so bad. After all; how else could I practice on the field in secret?

Tap-Tap!

"Hup!" I do a small jump with the ball and dash through the grassy terrain. I dodge and weave the multiple cones. Just halfway to the goal, I tap the ball to one side.

SHOOM~

I sweep the leg and guide it before tapping it up. 

FWIP/KICK!

SWISH!

I send it to the corner of the net. Another successful goal. I stride back to my bag and take out my bottle. 

"Nice play." I turn to the entrance and see Coach. 

"How long have you been out here?"

"Oh...um...what time is it?" This made him chuckle. 

"Sorry," I awkwardly laugh, "I'll clean up right now." I start gathering the cones.

"Do you miss it?" Coach's sudden question stops me. Briefly.

"...I do...but there's more to being a team player then just being on a team. It takes everyone's efforts." 

"I agree," he smiles, "for now...let's head to the Strika-Jet."

"Got it, Coach."

Today the team and I were heading to Rio, Brazil to play against the home team: Palmentieri. I was sitting across Rasta while my cousin sat behind him. I then see the magazine Rasta was reading. I press the button for my chair to slide in closer, getting his attention. The left page had a soccer player with an unusual hairstyle in the front, and an older-looking one with a buzzcut on the next page.

"So, that's Don Aldo, huh?"

"I've heard he's a legend in the making," Shakes says, standing over us.

"Seems like Club Palmentieri is always just waitin' for de next Edwin."

"Edwin...? Whose Edwin?"

"You are too young to remember," Rasta implies, "but he was on of de greatest players in de world. And then...one day...he just disappeared."

"What do you mean he just, disappeared?"

"I was just a child when it happened," Rasta begins his tale, "it was da Super League final. Club Palmentieri had been down three to nothing. But then Edwin scored three goals to bring em' back to a three-three draw at full time. So, they went to penalty kicks."

"My dad was friends with Edwin," I add, "he watched the match. Azul had slotted in all five of theirs, no problem. Edwin was expected to make the penalty to keep Palma's hope alive...but he missed it. Some say he cracked under the pressure."

"Pfft...like those three goals he did score during da match were not enough," Rasta argues.

"After that...he disappeared. Forever."

"Hero to zero."

"And my dad never saw him again."

"Don Aldo says he's going to destroy Supa Strikas with the Palmentieri way. What's that?"