Connor
"I don't think that's going to work," Edward stood behind my chair, leaned down then pointed right over my shoulder to the screen of my laptop with a frown. "The west liner here is great at defense. Isaac wouldn't stand a chance against him. He's light on his feet yes but when it comes to standing ground not so much. We rather put Frederick."
For once I had no energy to argue against him because he was right. He was right about everything so far and it annoyed me. Edward knew every player of every team like the back of his hand. He knew their stats and even when I challenged he stayed confident in what he knew.
I just got more frustrated when I went to the internet and found out he was right. I truly thought I lived and breathed rugby but he seemed to be on a different level. That explained why the directors and coaches always picked his plans then slightly incorporated mine.
