Bikina II never wanted to actually play. She was perfectly happy cheering her mother from the stands. Then one sunny afternoon after a proud performance by her mother, a spiteful little git layed on the boot as the final seconds of the game ticked away.

Her mothers blood now burns in her eyes as she awaits the day when she meets that goblin on the pitch. There will be more blood.
(WishWellington's Sneak Thieves)