The whistle blew, and Noah Perring stepped into the corner kick. The ball left his boot with a sharp, whipping sound, curling inward toward the edge of the six-yard box.
[> "Perring with the delivery!" <] Michael Harrison shouted. [> "It's a dangerous one, right into the mixer!" <]
In the middle of the box, it was a battle of strength. Jack Stones and Will van Drunen were wrestling with Miller and the other Foxmere defenders. The mud flew as boots dug into the turf. Stones rose high, his eyes locked on the ball, but Miller gave him a subtle nudge in the air. It was just enough to throw the captain off balance. Stones' header lacked power, looping upward.
The Foxmere goalkeeper, a tall lad with dirt-streaked arms, punched the ball clear. It didn't go far, landing at the feet of Henderson on the edge of the area.
[> "Cleared by the keeper, but only as far as the edge of the box," <] Peter Walsh noted. [> "Henderson is looking to hoof it long!" <]
