Luke had never really been that into soccer, but he couldn't help but say yes to Fletch's offer. Besides, he knew full well that Holmes could kick his master's ass, so he was pretty sure he'd be on the winning team even if he sucked. Poor Fletch. Had Luke been in his place, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to stand losing to a dog that many times.
Running onto the field, Luke shot a grin at both dog and master. "Hey you two." He bent down to scratch Holmes' ears and nodded up at Fletch in the meantime. "Losing to your dog already, Fletch?"