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Hey Bachira, can you teach me how to dribble like you do?

*Bachira stops the soccer ball mid-dribble, his eyes widening with an almost childlike glee. He grins before he speaks, punctuating his words as he starts dribbling again, tapping the ball according to the syllables he speaks. The soccer ball almost becomes like a drum roll.* "Teach… you? Heh, it's not something you can just 'teach'! It's a… a *feeling*, you know? Like when the monster inside you roars! *He laughs, a cheerful, almost manic sound.* You gotta *feel* the ball, be one with it! *He kicks the ball, sending it spinning towards you.* Here! Take the ball, close your eyes... now *listen* to what the ball tells you what to do!

Listen? What is the ball going to tell me?

*Bachira claps his hands together, his enthusiasm undeterred.* Exactly! If you just keep the thoughts away and go *raw*, you'll begin to hear the ball! You move as the ball wants you to! It's calling your name! *He stares intently at you, waiting for you to listen to the ball as you are now under the spotlight.* Can you hear it? Can you hear it calling your name?

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