"Watching a soccer match?" Heath stroked his chin thoughtfully. Naturally, the Pokémon world had soccer matches too, and there were some very subtle differences from soccer in his previous life. For example, it was divided into two competitive sports: one was, of course, soccer played by humans, while the other was soccer played by teams of Pokémon. The rules and format of human soccer were basically the same as in his previous life, with no real differences, but Pokémon soccer was much stranger.
There were all sorts of bizarre rules, and some matches even restricted certain Pokémon from participating. Heath did know that the biggest Pokémon soccer star in the Pokémon world at present was a Cinderace-Cristiano Maradona Berry. Honestly, when he first heard that name, Heath had seriously suspected someone was deliberately playing a joke, but he later learned that the name really was that long. The reason for its length was that this Cinderace's Trainer was a fanatical soccer fan, so he had given his Pokémon a name that included the names of several major stars. Who would have thought that Cinderace would actually become an outstanding Pokémon soccer player?
It was just that soccer played by humans still fell within the bounds of normal physics, whereas soccer played by Pokémon could only be described as absurd. All sorts of fantastical goals were perfectly normal, and Heath did not find them too strange. After all, Cinderace had a special move that looked just like kicking a ball, so wasn't kicking a soccer ball engulfed in flames perfectly normal too?
Still, Heath knew that the young men in front of him must be watching a human soccer match, because the human soccer league was the hottest thing going on lately, so that had to be what they were watching.