Chapter 4

"Where is he?", Lance asked his friend as he squinted at the small football pitch. "Can't see him."

"Over there," Rex said, pointing to a young boy wearing the No. 11 shirt. 

"Oh yeah? He sure looks like Diego Maradona." 

"A bit taller, though," Rex shrugged as he gulped the rest of his water. 

Lance laughed at the remark and leaned back to enjoy the game which was just about to begin. They were among other parents, guardians and family members seated in the stands, watching their little men play in the school's football practice match. Lance and Rex had been coaching Rex's little brother, Chase, for weeks and they had promised to drop by to cheer him on and watch him score as many goals as he could. 

"Go get 'em, Chase!", Rex hailed and hooted from the stands as the whistle was blown for kick-off. 

But trouble began immediately. He and Lance kept their eye on Chase as he tried to fight off an opponent who was trying to st