My body is a cage, that keeps me from dancing with the one i love

It is a sunny day in London and the team of boys enter the football field. It is going to be a good match. Niall and his team have been training hard during the summer to keep up their performance.
Their opponent is their rival. Normally they have pretty rough matches against each other, cause neither of them accepts a loss.
The kickoff comes and Niall's team has position. Niall is an attacking player and runs up, when his mate Harry has control of the ball and plays it forward. Niall gets the ball in his feet and with a trick or 2 he plays pass his opponent. With a hard kick on the ball he fires the ball towards the opponents goal. With just a few fingertips the goalkeeper can keep the ball out of his goal.
Niall smiles, knowing he made a pretty strong first impression. The game goes on, when Niall shoots another cannonball and it hits the net. 1-0! Niall cheers out the fun in the goal! His mates cheer with him and they go back to their own half. When the ref whistles to continue, the strong defender Louis, gets the ball back for Nialls team. He plays a good pass with Harry, who brings the ball to Niall. Niall has to act fast to shoot and makes a nice curve, but just when the ball flies away, a defender of the opponents tackles him down hard. Niall kind of flies through the air and get smashed down hard on the short grass.

“You f*cking arse!” Niall shouts towards his tackler! “You quite missed the ball didn’t you?!” Niall is furious and stands up, not noticing that his shot made another goal. His opponent is just a bit longer and looks stronger than he is, but Niall does not care. He aggressively presses his chest against the other guy. The other one just looks down and starts to press against Niall. At that moment three other opponents join in and they push Niall away. Niall easily pushes two of them back and shouts: “Just keep your filthy hands with you!” Niall walks away, but then he hears one of them say: “Just run you little faggot.” Niall stands still, Harry stood next to him walking up to help and heard it as well. With the same aggressive attitude Harry reacts: “That’s not what your mom said yesterday!” Niall smiles because of Harry’s reaction. But the opponent doesn’t and storms towards the boys. Both wait him up, but in a rush he raises his fist towards Harry’s face. Without hesitation Niall pounds his fist to the guys face. Harry stands up very quick, but on that moment the other guy hits the ground. At this moment all players run towards their teammates. The ref whistles his lungs out, and after a lot of pushing and swearing all players go to their own sides. The ref suspends the match and all players have to get back to the locker-rooms.

The opponents team go first and after about 5 minutes of some talking with the ref, Nialls team is going to the showers. But when they enter the hallway, a bunch of guys are waiting there. All looking angry towards the boys.
Niall walks in front and like a real captain he speaks first: “Just return to the showers boys. You already ruined the match for us.” They guys that are waiting in the hallway are with 5, while Niall’s team is with 14. “You are totally outnumbered, just scrap your angry faces.” Niall is very pissed off, but doesn’t like an uneven fight. He then ignores them and heads for their locker-room.
When he gets into the room, he sits down on the wooden bench and puts his elbows on his knees and let his head fall into his hands. His teammates tap him on the shoulders or on his head saying it’s not that bad.

Notes

Well my first one.... let's hope you will like this.. :)