Keithie Feder was pretty scrawny and small for a thirteen year old boy, pretty adorable, as well. Freckle-adorned face, dark brown hair that was fluffy yet looked perfect combed, those big brown doe eyes that you could stare into forever and not get bored of.

So who would've thought he was a complete natural at the most scary sport a wimpy teenage could think of?

Definitely not Lenny, or you, either.

"What!?" Lenny, Keithies dad yells in suprise and awe as he watches the ball easily fly between the goalposts in the air, Keithie having a huge grin on his face as he throws his hand in the air whilst laughing.

"That's ridiculous! You're first try?" Lenny says with a smile on his face as he tugs at Keithies shirt, walking back to the white line behind you three. "Alright, were packing up, boy." Lenny says as he stops at the line, placing another ball in front of Keithie as he took a step back.

"Okay, drive through the ball, drive through the ball-" Lenny says before another grim spreads across his face, watching Keithie effortlessly kick the ball between the goal pasts again. "It's up!" Lenny yells as he laughs, patting Keithies back as his son looks at you with a huge smile on his face.

After Lenny moves back to another white line behind you all, explaining how this was now colleague level, not that Keithie was fazed, he ended up getting a call from Roxanne, waving a hand over towards you as he walks off the pitch. You didn't mind, you watched enough football with Higgins to know the rules and tricks.

"Okay, just don't try kick it too hard now you're farther back, yeah?" You say with a small smile on you're face, you're hands on you're hips as you stand beside Keithie to watch. Keithie pauses to take a small deep breath, taking a step backwards before kicking the ball, watching as it once more easily shot between the posts.

You and Keithie both exclaimed in excitement, and you found yourself jumping up and down in Keithies arms whilst laughing and yelling how he was gonna turn famous one day.