"Tina, you are not Beckham so get it out of your fucking head that you are just waltz in here and take over, co-captain my ass!"  With that Carmen winked at Shane, who shook her head at the sexy latina.

"What the fuck?  Shit…whatever!"  Tina put her hands up and walked away and feeling defeated.  She put herself in position to wait for the Latin princess to give  her best shot, which in her mind it would come short of something.  Carmen delivered just barely short, yet the scramble to get the ball on the offense and a shot on the goal was met, which is better than none.  Coach Hamm whistled up  and paused the scrimmage.

"Okay ladies, now I know we have defined anyone or single player on the team who will lead in foul kicks or any corner kicks, lets see what Tina can bring?"  Tina smiled, a small victory, and defeat to Carmen.  The team could hear the Spanish expletives, coach blew her whistle for silence and wanted Tina to giver a go at the 30 yard outside the right side of the goal.  The team was in place and just like that she did bend it in, closer t the scrum of the offensive team, it bounced off Alice’s head and into the goal.  Tina went again and this time with out the assistance of anyone’s head, kick, or tap of the foot, the ball swooshed in.  Tina smiled and walked up to Carmen and put her hand out.

"Start over?"  Carmen smiled, she had to accept defeat.  She too was here to win and do the best a team member and work well as a group. 

"Sure, just know that I am the back up!  And Tina, you are good, so am I, so just remember that we are good footballers."  As fiery as Carmen could be, she cared for the team and their chemistry.  It wasn’t one person who did it all, it was the whole team.  Tina nodded and walked towards her bag.  Bette came by and sat next to her, Tina could feel the butterflies come back.

"Tina you want to grab some grub before next practice?"  Tina smiled