borderline angry as that questionable play might cost them the game.
The leader looks up at the fading daylight, and then his watch.
LEADER
Two more minutes.
The game continues but the intensity is lost. Anthony is seen jogging to balls he would normally attack.
EXT. SIDELINE OF SOCCER FIELD EVENING
The players change shoes and pack up their bags.
LAWRENCE
That was a weak way to lose the game.
ANTHONY
(shrugs)
It was a fair tackle.
LAWRENCE
(chuckles)
I thought Osama’s rag was gonna fall off when he took you out.
Anthony chuckles but does not say anything. Malkit quickly turns around and Lawrence is surprised by his proximity.
MALKIT
(calmly, with restrained anger)
What the fuck did you just say?
LAWRENCE
Man, I wasn’t talkin’ to you was I?
MALKIT
(stepping closer)
No, but you are now. Who the fuck are you calling Osama, bitch?
LAWRENCE
Yo, I was just sayin…to my boy…that you pulled a cheap ass tackle. Do all you motherfuckers play so –
