Instant anger and a bit of rage came over Owen. He stood up tall as the wrinkles on his forehead became visible. Turning around he saw Mikhail. He stared him down a moment before bending over to pick up the soccer ball with just his right hand palming it. He walked over to him, his eyes hadn't moved.<br/><br/>"You better work harder on your shot if you expect to make the team." Owen shoves the ball at Mikhail's chest stepping closer to him. "If this touches me again I'll deflate it and you. Understood?"