You didn’t pass to Kaiser.

And that was a crime, apparently. Ness confronted you after the match, that usual creepily cute smile on his face. Were you about to get murdered?

“That’s a violation to Kaiser, you know?” he remarked, hinting to how you decided to score your own goal instead of passing the the team's ace, going against the Kaiser-centered formation.

A stray soccer ball rolled to your feet, like fate was telling you something.

His expression was madly creeping you out. So like any sane human being, you decided to kick the ball to him. Right at his face at that!