Ashton was actually running this time, actually trying. His footwork was still abysmal, but hey, A for effort. Or, at least a solid C+. Mickey watched Ashton stalk over to his goal in the most obvious line possible, and the djinni gave chase.
Mickey considered letting Ashton have this one, for the sake of the boy's ego. But then he remembered that Trent was watching, and Mickey's pride rose up, telling him to win this thing, now.
He circled around Ashton, trying to sideswipe at Ashton and kick the ball away from Ashton.