Lateef had arrived at the actually field only about 5 minutes after the class had begun, so thankfully the running he took to get there saved him a bit of the harassment he would have gotten if he would have walked. As it turned out though this one only one of the fields, so for a first time student Lateef had gotten there on time. When he got to the field it had been empty though the coach had been at the locker room entrance and waved him. There had been the practice before the people were picked, to make sure they were good enough so he recongized him.

The coach himself was a decently tall British man with a shaved head and a hard face. He could tell by just looking at the man that it was going to be.. interesting in the very least. While all the students were sitting and standing in the locker room the coach was pacing back and forth as he spoke/screamed at the new players he had this year. "I used to be one of Manchester's best so I know a Bloody good player when I see one. So I picked ever last one of you personally because you are either one of the best or because you have the potential to be one of the bloody best! So if I see one of you bastards slacking off I will kick you right out!"

That talk went on for a while, the rest of the time was not spent actually playing, since it was the first day the day was spent getting your uniforms and your shoes and your lockers. When Lateef had went to get his equipment from the coach he was not free of the usual insult that followed each of the to be team members. "Your lucky this isn't swimming or else I'd force you to chop off that hair you one eyed sand rat." Taking the clothes Lateef walked off and went to the locker that was designated for him.

A Few of the others were already opening up their lockers and talking to each other. Lateef at the momment was not talking, though he did joke at this kid who had playfully made fun of the eye patch. It would prove to be interesting he was sure of that. Opening up the locker Lateef had to cover his nose and cough a few times. "What the... smells worse then the River Styx.." to be perfectly honest though Lateef did not want to know what the smell was. In there though there was some writing a taped on picture of a naked woman.

Sighing Lateef tore the picture down, it was all crumbled and she was a little to pale for his taste, and she looked like if she leaned over she might lose balance and fall on her face, which he didn't think was possible. Taking a marker he had in his pocket he joined the others in that locker and wrote down his name and the date. He even added a drawing of a Falcon in the old style.

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