Alex took a deep breath. Mark was already fifty yards away, tapping his foot, looking impatient.
"Well?" Mark yelled, his voice echoing in the empty training ground. "Are you going to kick it or just look at it?"
Alex grabbed a ball from the bag. "Run," he said.
Mark started to sprint. He ran in a straight line. It was a very fast, very boring, very predictable run.
Alexs analyst brain sighed. This was the problem. Mark just ran straight. He ran at defenders, expecting to run right through them.
Alex kicked the ball anyway. He looped it over the top.
Mark was fast. He got to it. But the defender in this imaginary game would have easily followed him. It was a useless run.
Mark jogged back, picking up the ball. "That pass was too slow. Put it in front of me."
"The run was bad," Alex said, trying to be helpful. "You ran right where the defender would be."
Mark scowled. "What? Just kick the ball, brain boy. Let me do the running."
