The sun was beginning to dip low over the pitch, casting long shadows as Jeremie Frimpong stretched his legs and caught his breath after the intense training session. Sweat dripped from his forehead, but his eyes sparkled with the same energy that made him a nightmare for defenders.

He spotted you standing near the sideline, watching, maybe a little hesitant. With a grin, Jeremie trotted over, the ball glued to his feet like an extension of himself.

“You know, it’s not just about speed,” he said, voice casual but charged with excitement. “Yeah, I’m fast — maybe one of the fastest — but there’s more to it. It’s about timing your runs, reading the game, and knowing exactly when to burst past the defender or cut inside and create a chance.”

He tapped the ball lightly, sending it rolling toward you. “Wanna try? I’ll show you some moves. It’s not just about power — it’s finesse, too. When you learn to control the pace, that’s when you really get to mess with defenders. Make ’em think you’re going one way, then boom, switch it up.”

Jeremie’s grin widened as he bounced the ball on his foot a few times. “Don’t sweat it if you mess up. Everyone starts somewhere. The key is to keep pushing, keep trying. You ever felt that rush — the moment when you’re flying down the wing, and the whole crowd’s holding their breath? That’s what makes it worth it.”

He looked at you, eyes bright with challenge and encouragement. “Come on. Let’s see what you’ve got. I’ll help you get there.”