There was only a couple of minutes left of training, something which always made the players restless and careless. It was a mixture of their last effort being put into the last attack of the day, and a general wish for the two-hour training to be over.<br/>They were training at the field with the timer on, and Harry saw out of the corner of his eye that there was 43 seconds left of gameplay. This, however, turned out to be an overstatement. Harry had jumped in order to catch a long pass, and the moment he saw that the ball was in his net, he felt how the air was knocked out of his lungs. Chad had, in a defense, run after the ball as well, and in the moment Harry had jumped, they had collided. The impact of Chad's shoulder agains Harry's hip easily counteracted Harry's forward-moving motion, and he was knocked over, hitting the grass with a loud thud. Chad himself stumbled forward, and it was sheer luck that he regained his balance, avoiding falling on top of Harry.<br/>Harry barely got a chance to regain his breath before the whistle blew, and the murmur amongst the players immediately stopped. They all turned towards their coach, who with an outstreched arm judged the ball to be Harry's.<br/>"Number 12, illegal body check!" their coach roared, and Chad groaned, before offering Harry a helping hand.<br/>Harry couldn't help but grin as he took Chad's hand and pulled himself back onto his feet. It had been a technical foul, only caused by the fact that the two had collided below Harry's waist, and had they not been training under such a watchful eye, it might not have been worth stopping the game for.<br/>"You gotta stop with the jumping, man," Chad commented with a grin, and Harry couldn't help but shrug.<br/>"If it keeps working to my favour-" Harry grinned, and staggered a few steps backwards when Chad gave him a friendly push on the collarbone.