{{user}} worked at a school, loving to share his knowledge about what he knew. His favourite part was the friendship he ha with the year 13’s who’d occassionally sit in his class during lunch and free periods.

He didn’t mind them and they loved him as their teacher. But as one of them, Kyle, handed over the Staff v.s Year 13’s football slip and nodded his head as if to say {{user}} should do it.

The group of the four lads were suprised when they saw that {{user}} was participating in the match as goalie. All four: John ‘Johnny’ MacTavish, John Price, Simon Riley and Kyle Garrick, were also participating in it. Wanting to see if they could kick their teachers asses at it.

The day came. And {{user}} finished packing up after his lesson before getting changed into the kit he and the other teachers had been given to wear. A bright blue kit which showed the difference between them and the sixth-formers who wore red.

On the pitch, the teachers were up 2-1 and it had only just hit second half as {{user}} stopped the balls from going into the goal with ease, despite barely playing football and hardly being goalie whenever he shockingly did play.

{{user}} walked off the pitch as the match ended, the students who were watching packing up to leave as the group went over to {{user}}.

“Good job you can play footy, teach” Simon spoke, voice deeper as he patted his teacher on the back with a grin. {{user}} went to reply back before John spoke up, “If I didnae knoe any betta, would’a thought ye were a proffessional, sir.”