Constellations of Love

Chapter 21. The Stadium

The awaited day arrives. Last week in April. Competition's starting.

Previously, some days have been running the rules that Pandu said. I just woke up in the morning to chat. Noon asked if he had eaten or not. Night video call story about today's story to say met sleep. Dream about me in your sleep....

Laras tried to get used to it even though the one who contacted more often was the girlfriend.

The team of coach Jamil and coach Laras have been ready since half-seven o'clock in the district city stadium. Two SUVs were borrowed from a factory parked outside. Pandu brought his small sedan as a place of consumption and first aid equipment. Although there is an official medical team from the committee, the doctor is also ready.

Two fathers, parents of children hitchhiking in his car. Sofyan's father the goalkeeper and papa Juna, members just recently middle. While in each delivery car there is one coach who accompanies.

Coach Jamil and his assistants are constantly cheering the team on. Discussion and direction to apply game patterns and tactics. Sportsmanship is the main thing.

While waiting, the child players light physical exercise. The red shirt uniform and black pants make the team more striking looks from the balcony.

The draw two days earlier said the Kembangsari village team would compete with the Kajayan village team from a neighboring sub-district after the opening ceremony. At seven o'clock in the morning the regent has opened the event.

After the speech and the drumband action the ball game begins.

The crowd cheers echoed as the whistle sounded. Pandu and Juna's father and Sofyan's father chose to watch from the bottom left side near the goal of their village team. In addition to the official, it is prohibited to the sidelines.

A number of regional television stations took pictures of the opening of the show and some parts of the first game.

The direction of Pandu's view cannot be separated from the movement of Laras, of course. Wearing the same uniform as the team colors, only in white hats. Grey sneakers.

The girl looked a little tense. But still act empathically in children. Occasionally he shouted, even more fierce than the main coach who looked calmer.

"Let's Reno, hold the ball, come in from the middle!", cried Laras at the striker.

"Juna and Edi stay in position!" he added to the members just now on defense.

" Good, Sofyan, "the female coach clapped her hands at the goalkeeper while successfully holding off free opposition from the right corner of the goal.

Baras stood next to Jamil who only crossed his hands in front of his chest. The man just turned to the right and to the left in the direction the ball was rolling. The style is more cool.

The match was exciting. Their village team is under pressure from an average larger-bodied opponent. Some precarious situations occur on the face of the goal.

"Great yeah, that girl coach. So spirited. Beautiful again!" said someone who was talking next to Pandu. Two unidentified male spectators.

Pandu smiled to hear it while observing the girlfriend who seemed to dissolve in the rhythm of the game.

"Excite, keep running. Bobi help Reno!" this time the main coach was screaming.

Audience cheering. The team turned things around. Real quick.

"Continue ...shoot! Goal..gooool!" Barrels clenched hands.

The stadium rumbled, long applause sounded. The first goal in the competition was scored.

Sweet counter-attack scene amid the negligence of opponents who continue to focus on attacking.

Two five-high coaches. Reno walked over to the two coaches. Baras hugged him while Jamil just rubbed the boy's head. A few other kids followed, coming to their coach. Laras patted the backs of all his students.

Pandu immediately captured the moment from his cellphone camera. This is one of the charmed Pandu, the unique girl barrel. Rare, empathetic and spontaneous.

Laras had thrown a glance towards Pandu with a big smile. The man gave a thumb.

First round is over. Rest on the sidelines for fifteen minutes. Sit back, relax, put your feet down. Drink water, banana and eat cake. Coach Jamil gave evaluation and strategy direction for the second half.

Pluit second session reverberating. This time the two teams switched places. Two new players play replace his exhausted friend.

At first Pandu wants to move to the same side. Because it seemed like the place was full and not empty seats, he had to stay in place. Now he can only see from a distance.

The atmosphere of the match was not slacking. It seems like the kids are not giving up. Bombardment of the opponent's attack successfully held.

Laras looks still screaming encouragingly. Walk back and forth to cross the boundary of the opponent area to follow the flow of the ball. Occasionally stealing glances at the stands where the boyfriend sits. Pandu waved at him, as a sign that they were connected to each other.

Two men to his left who were talking about Laras turned to Pandu. The man nodded back with a smile. Two fathers on the right side, the player's parents tease him.

"Tuh, doc kasi spirit coach Laras!"

The face of Laras was very tense. When there is a foul by the opposing team that makes the left-back player fall down, the referee signals a break.

Shouts " uhhh.heard from the audience saw the unsportsmanlike incident.

The barrel ran to the middle of the field. With the medical team. Checking the condition of players who fell and contacted several colleagues.

After being examined, the player on the field went out. Coach Jamil immediately sent one substitute who had been set up to enter. Of course after being whispered what direction to do.

Luckily the player who fell was not too severe condition. Just walk a little limp. Laras led them towards their stronghold.

Pandu keeps his eyes fixed on the girlfriend. His heart salutes the alertness of Laras.

" This is what I've never met another girl. I love you very much," Pandu whispered in his heart.

The girl shouted back as the opposing team pressed back and forth like unsportsmanlike.

"Hold Edo, Juna !"

"Hey, cheat!" the assistant coach's right hand points to a player who is not fair play.

Too hard and his position almost jutted into the field and his emotional style, Laras until a warning from the committee.

One of the fathers approached him and a police officer who helped secure the match.

Pandu looking from a distance.

Barrel, Barrel. Too late to sometimes not be able to control yourself.

The young policeman seemed to be talking for a long time. Seen his hand patted the shoulder of Laras. This time they moved away from the sidelines. Pandu is still able to see the incident.

"What's wrong?" whisik Pandu's.

Pandu wants to get closer. He could not stand it and excused his two fathers to calm Laras down.

"Hey, Barrel. Please hold yourself, 'okay!"

The smile of the handsome face and the ideal body of the policeman. Laras realized who he was, which also reminded his reaction earlier.

" I'm sorry I just got an emotion !"

The barrel is pounding. Body shaking. Dito turned out to be here. The two of them chatted side by side, with the body still leading into the field.

"I've heard a lot from friends. Salute you can train the ball."

"Yes?"

"You've changed a lot. But still beautiful."

"Duty here now?"

As far as Laras, the man who once had a special place in his heart after education served in Polda.

"Yes, it's only been three months. At polres."

"Looks are more subtle!"

"Aren't I cute ?"

Laras sneered.

The man laughed. Glad, Laras means still remembering. I haven't seen him in nearly two years. Last time at a school reunion. When it sounded gossip, Dito had a polwan girlfriend.

Laras still spontaneously scream when his team's goal almost broke. Wrinkles on the face of the goal. Almost approaching even beyond the field boundary line.

Dito held Laras' hand, reminding him that the response was excessive. Shortly he took off when Laras apologized.

Pandu has approached, "Law, control yourself."

This time Pandu who holds the arm of the girlfriend invites away from the sidelines.

"Come on!"

"What is the guide here?"

"Please kaleman dikit, Laras."

"Yes, yeah. The opposing team is not fair."

"Dito, I'll go there first!"

The girl half-shouted and looked over. The young policeman just smiled and made a fleeting hand saluting gesture.

For the sake of hearing Dito's name, Pandu was angry. The footage in his brain was spinning fast. Ditto. Trooper. Young and dashing. He looked at the officer's face.

"Okey Baras, please hold yourself. Your beauty will be lost if you continue to have emotions like that!"

The uniformed officer moved away from them and returned near the opponent's goal.

While Pandu and Laras stand under the main stands. Behind the wooden table were two match watchdogs who occasionally recorded something.

"You know him?"

"Oh, that. Old garden!"

"Who?"

"Here you go, I get close to my team first. Back to that place, yeah."

"Her...."

Uncompleted Pandu said the girlfriend had darted away from her.

"Basic Laras. I admired her action so much. Now made curious about his behavior," whispered Pandu.

The man walked up a concrete staircase at the end of the balcony. Sitting back in place, sweep second in the opposite direction to the Laras team.

The cheers are still there. Towards the end of the second round. The match tension decreases because the power of the player is forced at the beginning.

The shout of the opposing team's coach who was left behind by one goal now dominates. Sometimes Laras still screams to maintain a thin position of excellence. Coach Jamil continues to clap when the goalkeeper and the defensive line fall awake holding the ball so that the goal does not break. The opposing team is frustrated to make a lot of mistakes.

Reno team cs just play measuring time. The balls are long, a lot of raving balls pass it from the feet of one player to another player one team in their defensive area.

Coach Jamil and Laras signal for them to get out. Start building an attack. Forward dribbling the ball into the opponent's area.

Meanwhile, Pandu because of his sitting position near the opponent's goal, was thinking about something else. The uniformed officer just now looked familiar with Laras. They are clearly visible several times eye contact. Heart's rustling. What is he, the man from Laras' past.

Ah...this is not the right time to respond to the heart that began to hit, "his mind.

Pluit the end of the match has sounded. The audience applause. Both coaches make tos moves, as well as reserve players.

The Twins won narrowly against Kejayan, who was the preferred. One empty. Celebrated children. Around field. As the first team to win, they should be proud.

While the opposing team stepped footed and bowed towards the edge of the field.

Announcement continues. The coach Jamil team is entitled to enter the second phase. While the opposing team was immediately eliminated because of this knockout competition.

The next game is four days away. The opponent will be determined later. After the other team is competing.

"Thank you all great kids. Sportive and has high fighting power!"

"Stay with spirit!" Laras added.

Coach Jamil praised his foster children when all had gathered and rested. The sweat dripped, their faces flushed red and the breath was still wheezing. A few lay down and sat down and extended their legs. Someone's pinching their own feet.

While the assistant distributed light consumption.

The audience has not moved all because there is one more game before noon. Even so, there are those who choose to look for another atmosphere or buy snacks outside the stadium. In half an hour there will be a second fight.

Lucky the sun didn't shine. The old and tall trees on some sides of the field opposite the stands, near the walls of the right and left stadium gave a little coolness. The wind was blowing as hard as it was.

Seen from the corner of the field, two other teams prepare by doing a warm-up movement.

The uniformed security officer came to Jamil's coach team. Talk to both coaches. It looks pretty familiar and laughs occasionally.

After that it was agreed their team would watch the second game, to take a peek at the game patterns and other tactics. Who knows, will be the next opponent.

All team members are invited by both coaches to ride towards the Pandu seat and two parent players. There were three people who excused themselves to the toilet in the basement of the stands.

Although a little jostling, the team members are enthusiastic to see the other team's game.

"Congratulations you guys are great" Sofyan's father said. He was very proud of his son. The goalkeeper is a star. Several times holding the ball. I woke up fighting with an aggressive opponent. The nine-year-old boy who was a bully was indeed top.

Their team sat two sap. The main coach sits parallel to the two fathers who take the Pandu. Next to him are the forwards. Second sap Laras with defensive line players. The cornermost position. The girl was still chatting about their fight earlier with the children.

The guide goes towards the back. He wanted to sit next to his girlfriend. Even though he was a little jostling, he didn't care. Right side.

"Sst, not tired, Laras?, he whispered while nudging the body of the girlfriend.

"Little."

" It's still fun."

"Why?"

"It's candy."

"Trims."

The second game begins. The entourage of officials still seemed to be watching at home in the main stands. Clap hands. The eyes of Baras were fixed forward.

Two teams immediately stomped. They attack each other in turn. The early minutes became exciting. Audience squealing. The first goal was made from a long-range kick. It's only been five minutes.

Shouts of supporters breaking goals louder. Carrying a flag and a small drum. They are the favorite team of the champions. Dark blue shirt with white pants. The team from the village bordering the regency town. That's why there are so many supporters.

Coach Jamil immediately discussed the scene earlier. The front players discuss.

"Great, high level," murmured Laras.

The girl continued to observe the movements of an agile little striker. Successfully outwit the line of defense that is overstretched. Directly with the goalkeeper. Manoeuvring like attacking to the left but instead the ball is shot from the right angle.

"Goolls. The goal!"

"Yes, ye,...ye.....!"

"Long live Banyuasriiiii.." the audience terayik give applaus team defended.

The second goal of the blue shirt team. The audience applauded again. Not to mention the coach Jamil team. The opposing team that was dressed in light green, bowed listlessly. Too focused on attacking until the defense is empty.

"Looks like losing a class," Laras muttered to himself.

After that he talked for a moment with his students.

" The kicker needs to be blocked from outside the penalty box. Limit the space of movement. Such a type must be in the tight patch two players behind."

The two boys sitting on the left side of Laras nodded.

Drive like it's not ignored. But he tried to restrain himself. This is their moment.

Until the whistle of the first half was over, the situation persisted. Two empty opponents for blue team advantage.

The second half of the losing team changed the pattern of the game. Choose to defend and rely only on occasional counterattacks.

The goal was scored again because of a handball defender. Penalties.

The audience is getting rumbled.

The team in green still tried to survive. Occasionally there are surprise counterattacks. A mistake and the negligence of the blue team midfielders led to a free kick. Benefits for the green team.

The opponent has magic legs. Goal reply created. There was still applause from a small number of supporters. Coach Jamil's team applaused. At least the green team did not give up completely.

The end of the game recorded a score of three against one.

The match was very tiring for the two teams who played hard.

The audience slowly dispersed. So did the Kembangsari team. Back home. Total rest. It was agreed to exercise in two days. In the afternoon.

The position of the staff was the same when leaving.

Pandu actually wants Laras to be in his car. But in this condition he is required to be unselfish.

The company dispersed in front of the factory. The pickers are certainly very happy, the team won. Unexpectedly, that was most of their comments.

The family would want to watch the next game. Coach allows supporters to coordinate themselves. They just focus on the players first.