"Foul!" Moreloot screamed.
"Chaser Worthington pushed the ball through the hoops before it was released from his hand. The foul is called haversacking, and Turkey will receive an automatic penalty shot.”
On the field, James buried his face in his hands. How could I let something like that happen?
As if feeling his pain, Angelina flew near him. “Hey, James!”
James looked up.
“It’s quite alright, you know. Even if you had made that goal, we’re far enough behind that it wouldn’t have mattered. Besides, Oliver’s going to block the shot, and you know it. He’s a brilliant Keeper.”