A chorus of agreement rippled through the team. I nodded, trying to channel their confidence. “We shall give them a proper thrashing, yes?” Farron snorted, the corner of his mouth twitching. “A ‘proper thrashing’? Christ, Tore, you sound like you’re inviting them to tea.” Heat crept up my neck. “I merely meant—” “All right, Hawks!” Coach Gold’s booming voice silenced us as he strode into the locker room. “Gather ’round.”
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