Best Striker Featuring: team uniform Author: LA DOCE “Ronaldinho,” says Felix. “Messi,” replies Adrian. “Rooney.” “Cristiano Ronaldo.” Scotty walks over to where they’re sitting. He barely catches the tail-end of their conversation. Felix looks pensive. “Maybe Ronaldo,” muses Felix, nodding. “But then there’s...” “Kaká!” interjects Scotty, all smiles. “There’s Kaká!” Felix and Adrian look at him funny. “What?” says Felix. “Do you have any idea what we’re talking about?” “Yeah, aren’t we talking about the hottest ...” Scotty realizes his mistake when he sees the looks on their faces. “By hottest I mean, hottest player. I mean, by the way they play of course. Like HOT. Like who’s on fire, who’s really at the top of their game right now, like at this very moment. We’re talking best player, right? Am I right?” “Best striker currently,” says Adrian, charmed by Scotty’s blundering. Felix rolls his eyes. “Kaká hasn’t scored since his honeymoon. God Schroeder, keep up.” Felix gets up and begins juggling a soccer ball with his feet. He’s still in the team uniform though practice has ended. Scotty watches him. He doesn’t like the guy’s attitude at all but he sure knows how to handle the ball. Suddenly Felix is all smiles. “I’ve got it. This is definitely it. Just try and deny his genius.” “Ronaldo?” repeats Scotty. “Henry?” tries Adrian. “No...” says Felix, his smile as wide as an ocean. “Me!” Adrian laughs, Scotty frowns. “Wait," says Scotty. "Are we talking best or hottest...?” Adrian starts laughing harder and soon Felix turns red. “Oh, nevermind!” says Scotty getting up and rushing down the field.