That one guy did that thing with his feet, connecting to the ball and it went far but the other team got it and did a foot thing, too. The other team got it and did some feet stuff and ran around for awhile.
It went back and forth like that for a couple of minutes until someone kicked it near that net post but the guy in front of it caught it with his hands. HANDS! HANDS, PEOPLE.
Whistles were blown and stuff, people cheered, and both teams kept doing more foot stuff.
The guy not on any team pulled out a yellow card and half the crowd made sounds similar to booing while the half cheered in a language I couldn't understand.
I've always heard American commentators were amateurs but I found nothing wrong with them tirelessly retelling everyone's trying stories about being able to play soccer professionally while still holding jobs down at Target to pay for their fancy haircuts.
You need good legs to play soccer but you need a better haircut, so they say.
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