Pietro

Izan felt the sweat drip down the side of his face. He could taste the salt in the stray sweat that had stopped at his lips.

"Is he trying to kill us" Mark said to Izan after he had caught his breath. Izan looked at him with a surprised expression.

Mark was usually one of the players that never complained about anything. He would take whatever came his way and try to make do with it.

But even he was complaining today. But then Izan thought "Well its not like its his fault. Coach Baraja's methods today were very tiring.

Izan didn't have the greatest of stamina but his stamina was something to be proud of.

But then even he was having it hard. The players all dropped to the floor immediately the whistle sounded.

Only Izan stood. "Being young is nice" a voice said which prompted everyone to look in that direction.

All eyes fell on Pietro who was lying down. Pietro who felt the stares of his teammates spoke.