Elia: "Last one to the point buys the snacks!"

Elia would bounce on her heels on the field, twirling her shotgun like a baton. Then she’d toss a soccer ball into the air and slam it with her shotgun for fun, sending it flying. She’d flash a cheeky wink, blow a kiss to the camera, and dash off at full speed—leaving a neon streak behind her like she’s already mid-match.