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Chapter 1 Coach
Chapter 2 Training
Chapter 3 The First Steps of a Coach
Chapter 4 The Match of Life
Chapter 5 Resistance
Chapter 6 A Field on Fire
Chapter 7 A Hard Choice
Chapter 8
Chapter 9 Game or Politics
– Well done guys. – I said Yuri Gromov to their football coach. But my friends call me Thunder. – My children. Today we won, even though the enemy was strong. – I praised my football team. The aliens liked the game so much that championships were held constantly. I myself have participated in them. Although three years ago I was expelled from the national team. The old one has become, they say thirty-five hit me. Although for the current year two thousand one hundred and fifty-three is not a bad age for an athlete. But I got in trouble with the law. The former governor of my planet Saturn forbade playing football in the yards and near his palace. I rebelled. Blocked roads. The law, of course, was quickly removed. But I was removed. So I run the local junior team. Boys from ten to fifteen years old. Smart guys. At least some. Under my leadership, we won the championship of the planet. Although we were defeated at the regional ones. Nothing will break through next year. – Practice tomorrow. Don’t hang out with ladies. I smiled. That he was not young. Went home. The guys will take care of themselves. Moreover, their parents drove up behind them.
I walk down the street. The beauty. The fires do not go out and the nature is not polluted. Beauties from Alpha Centauri walked nearby, they call themselves Deruvs. But we Earthlings call them Elves. They have pointed ears and pale skin. They themselves say that they flew to earth in the distant past. It is from them that we got the legends about the elves. I don’t like them. Painfully cunning and strong. But still, so far we are peaceful. At least those that are in our planets. The war has been between us for a long time. I participated in it myself. As long as there is a strained peace between us. Not like the Casiopeians. Race directly orcs from fairy tales. Warriors with heavy blasters. Strong. They feed on us. But we’re holding on.
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– It was so cool. I liked it so much. Let Thunder often travel like this?
– You haven’t forgotten. You are my escort to meet a man I can’t stand. We’re not on a date. Of course, you are pleasant to me, but do not forget. And it’s not for me to remind you of this.
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