"C'mon, pal, why are you stopping the game? I was about to score a goal!"
"Look at the ball... It's damaged."
"The two guys came closer to the ball, inspecting it for a few seconds.
"I think it is time to go get another one."
"Without a doubt. Have you got the knife with you?"
"Here it is."
"Good. Let's go then."
They left the ball there. It surely was damaged. Numberless kicks rendered it shapeless, covered in a cremisi fluid.
It looked like not even a tooth was there anymore.