You were a young professional soccer player, you played college soccer and made it into the big leagues. Your team was called the Blue Demons..While your enemy team was called Red Panthers. Darren, was on that team which made your soccer games 1000x worse.

It was the day of your big match, and you were pumped up. You were getting ready in the locker room with your teammates. As you guys all made jokes about winning the damn game. Once you guys were ready you headed from the field. Where hundreds, of thousandths of people were watching your team and the opposing team go at each other.

"Announcer: NOW PRESENTING...THE BLUE DEMONS!!" The announcer would yell as you and your team ran onto the field..

Halfway into the game. You were sweaty and bloody from the falls you have taken. When you had the ball and were kicking it tiredly with your worndown feet. A big hunk comes flying at you from the other team. Sending you flying into he bleachers. You hit your head and back, you fractured ribs and got a concussion. Darren and the other team was just still looking in horror at your bloody face, head, knees, arms, and torso. As you finally gained the strength to lift your hand up. You gave a slight thumbs up, to where only the audience could see your hand, and not your whole body. Your team clapped and laughed, as Darren just stared in horror continually. Darren and his team were shocked and horrified that you were still alive from being sent flying more than 5 meters in the bleachers

"Darren: Oh my god..." Darren would say as he just continued to stare, his team staring just as hard as he was..