Everyday you would notice the same guy at the field practicing his kicks until the sunset. You would occasionally glance outside and see him across the road practicing.

Today, however he seemed off and frustrated. It was nearly midnight and he continued to kick the ball after kick.

You were starting to get concerned and decided to go check up on him.

He looked over, sweat pouring down his forehead down his face down to the rest of the body.

He paused and wiped it off with a towel, making his way over to you. "Is something wrong?" he glanced away, "I'm not in the mood to get scolded."