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The Substitution Crisis

The sun was mild as it was setting. Kochare bent low to tighten his shoelaces. The familiar ache in his muscles from two days of malaria was fading, replaced by the pleasant anticipation of a proper game. He breathed in deeply to relieve tension that often accompanied every player prior to a game.

"About time you showed up, Coach!" Timo called out, bouncing the ball between his feet. "We were about to start without you."  

Kochare grinned. Even though he wasn't officially their coach anymore, the nickname had stuck. "Malaria doesn't care about football schedules," he said, rolling his shoulders. "But I do.I know I am due for fine for missing match last Saturday, but I was helpless."  

Bruce jogged up, his dark skin glistening with sweat. "Some opponents have just arrived. They want a friendly."  

A murmur of excitement passed through their small group. With only seven of them so far, a proper friendly match would be intense. Kochare felt his pulse quicken – this was exactly what he needed after being cooped up all weekend.  

Odo clapped his hands for attention. "Listen up! Since we've got latecomers, we'll play two halves. Early birds first, then the rest can—"  

"Since when do we do that?" Domi's voice cut through from the edge of the field. He stood with his arms crossed, already in his kit despite having just arrived.  

Odo sighed. "Since we've got fifteen players and only seven can play at once."  

Domi scowled but said nothing. Kochare noticed Derro whispering to Papa and a few others near the sidelines. The lanky troublemaker wasn't even part of their regular team, yet here he was, stirring the pot as usual.  

The game started with their usual chaotic energy. Kochare, playing center forward, found himself dropping deeper and deeper to get touches. The opposing defenders marked tightly, and his teammates seemed determined to take every shot themselves.  

"Man, pass the ball!" Kochare shouted after Timo took an ambitious shot from an impossible angle.  

Timo just grinned and jogged back. "Relax, Coach. Yours will come."  

Twenty minutes in, Domi started shouting from the sideline. "Kochare! My turn! Come off!"  

Kochare wiped sweat from his brow, irritated at the interruption. "The game just started!"  

"I've been waiting!" Domi insisted, hands on hips.  

"So wait longer!" Bruce called from defense. "Or come back earlier next time!"  

Domi's face darkened. "If you don't sub me now, I'm leaving!"  

Kochare felt his temper flare. He recollected how Domi had abandoned them in Usoma last month – leaving them stranded when his wife called. How dare he make demands now. "Then leave!" he snapped. "Should've come on time!"  

The game continued, but the tension thickened. Derro, the trouble maker, moved between the substitutes, his voice just loud enough to carry. "They started at 5:50, you know. Kochare's already played forty minutes."  

Papa frowned. "I thought it was 6?"  

Derro shrugged. "Ask Odo."  

When Timo finally scored, the celebration was half-hearted. The opponents, on the other hand, grew frustrated, and one wild kick sent the ball sailing over the fence into the restricted area housing the mobile network booster.  

"Idiot!" Timo shouted. "You know we can't get that back!"  

As they searched for another ball, Seba nudged Kochare. "Check out Mwalimu."  

The quiet player was stuffing his shirt into his bag with sharp, angry motions. Without a word to anyone, he slung the bag over his shoulder and marched off the sidelines.  

Seba mimicked Mwalimu's stormy expression perfectly, making Kochare snort with laughter.

When play finally resumed, the mood had soured completely. Manu arrived late, took one look at the situation, and left in a huff. "This is nonsense!" he shouted on his way out.  

By the time the referee blew his whistle, the sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving only a purple twilight. A post match meeting followed.

"Alright," Ochi began, his deep voice cutting through the murmurs. "What happened today?"  

Olazi pointed accusingly at Kochare. "He refused all subs!"  

"Acting like he's still coach," Dikul added.  

Kochare crossed his arms. "Domi demanded like a king! Let's not forget—"  

Bruce stood suddenly. "And none of you agreed to sub either! I said no to Papa! Inda refused! And Domi—" he turned sharply, "—you left us stranded in Usoma! Where's your famous discipline that you parade now?"  

Domi's eyes flashed. "Discipline is why I have my car, my flat. Kochare needs to travel, see how real clubs work!"  

Odo threw up his hands. "I tried to make it fair! You all ignored me!"  

The argument might have continued all night if Ochi hadn't stepped between them. "Enough," he said firmly. "Next time—no egos. Play fair."  

As the group dispersed into the darkness, Kochare lingered, staring at the dim outline of the goalposts. Bruce tapped him on the back.  

"Don't think too hard," Bruce said. "They'll always find something to complain about."  


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