Enemies From Different Teams-Rewrite

Partie vingt-et-un

I watched as Bryce had lost the face off, most of us sighed, but still cheered him on. USA had possession of the puck, they passed it back and forth to one another. Daniel shoved Tyler from Team USA into the boards and he lost the puck. We've never played against that player. He was newly added to Team USA since Adam Banks was benched because of his wrist. I felt bad for Banks that he couldn't play. It must suck that he can't play and it's even worse that it's the last game. I couldn't imagine not being able to play, it'd suck ass.

Daniel sailed the puck over to Luke who turned on his heel and passed it over to Cameron. Finn got shoved into the boards, kinda roughly too. Cameron had hit the puck off the boards and Bryce retrieved it. He headed for the USA's net, where their goalie stood cautiously. All of us looked up and watched intently, seeing if he was going to make it or not.

One of USA's players slid for the puck hitting it away. Bryce smacked his stick on the ground, and turned around. Daniel and Luke skated side by side, backwards down the rink as they kept an eye on USA's player who had possession of the puck. Daniel stopped abruptly, shaving the ice and he quickly fought the other play for the puck. They both went down after accidentally loosing their balance.

I sighed and sat down. It was a lot of pressure and seeing that there is some tension between both teams, it's harder. Both teams badly want to win and prove that they're the better one, but it's getting to our heads and we're stressing out.

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"Suis ouvert!" Toria called, I quickly passed her the puck as I got knocked to the ground. Shelby raced alongside the boards, out beating the player who was currently watching her. Shelby gained control of the puck, and rounded the net. She stopped and looked around, seeing that none of us were open, she had no choice but to try something herself. Robertson came at her, she passed the puck through his feet and skated the opposing way.

She surpassed a couple players, passing the halfway mark. She sped up to the net, passing a couple of USA's players. Approaching their defense, she slowed a bit. "Aidez-moi!" She hollered, looking behind her, Oliver came and she handed the puck over to him. She stopped and skated out, making herself open somehow.

Oliver passed the puck over to Alex, who stood a little before the blue line. He shoots and it rebounds off the net. I quickly made my way over, retrieving it and shot it through the goalie's feet, scoring. Skating away from USA's net and over to the others. I jumped and joined the huddled cheer and hug. We all hollered and the others on the bench hollered. I looked over, seeing that Coach had lifted Miss Brantford off her feet and hugged her as he cheered loudly.

It was soon becoming the end of the second period, and it was 3-2 them. We were one point behind, but weren't giving up. Riley had scored our first goal, and I scored the second. But it's been hard trying to score since the puck's been going back and forth between the teams. Right now, USA kinda thinks that they have the upper advantage.

You know what I also found weird? Banks was playing. I didn't know he was playing. He was on the ice for a good three minutes and then got off the ice as Luke had came around and knocked him into the boards. I had winced at that moment, knowing he had been injured prior. It just shocked me seeing Banks out on the ice, I didn't think he'd make it out on the ice. It's so odd, I guess is what I could say.

Back into positions, the puck was dropped and they had won it over. I shook my head, and had no idea what had gotten into me. Why didn't I get that puck? I should've been able to easily swipe it away from his grasp, but no, I couldn't seem to do that today. I watched as Jesse Hall, formerly and still known as Potty Mouth, brought the puck behind his net. He brought his hands in the air, calling "Flying V!"

A girl and three other boys gathered behind their net. "En position, vite!" I called out to the boys, Toria, and Shelby. I see them nod and we all get into our positions as they came soaring down the ice. Their gimmicks weren't going to fool this team. We've studied their little plays. Coach told us how to stop them and he wants us to make sure that we stop them.

Once they approached the halfway point, I called out to my teammates. "Maintenant!" Within seconds we charged forward, knocking each and every one of them to ground. I retrieved the puck, passing it to Toria as the five of us zoomed down the ice with no one on our tails. The other team groaned and sighed, rushing to get off the ice. Toria fakes a left, skating to the right and stopped abruptly, shooting it top shelf and scoring.

Gathering together in front of USA's net, we all cheered once again. USA skated to their bench with bowed heads. Some shook their heads. I wanted to feel bad, but I was in game mode. I was too focused on other things.

Second period ended and we headed off the ice in a single line as we headed to our locker room. Everyone was wiping their foreheads and necks with the towels they were given. Miss Brantford walked around, rubbing some of the boys' shoulders to congratulate them and make 'em feel a little less stressed out. Some of us got out of our shoulder pads and jerseys as we cooled down. Some were at the table scarfing down food and others were leaning against others as they were tired. I sighed, slugging down some water as Coach entered the room, looking at everyone.