Austin POV
The whistle blows, and I clap my hands, congratulating the team as they gather around, bringing another practice session to an end. "Good work today boys. Now, remember we have less than two weeks to go, so continue to train hard and practice harder. Let's win this trophy in Coach's honor."
They cheer at the prospect of dedicating our win to the coach, and I can't find a brighter smile to wear.
We huddle, we chant and we dismiss, each man going his separate way.
"Hey, Zavier," I call out, cutting him mid-conversation as he stands to the side talking with another teammate. "Thanks for subbing for the goalie."
He nods and smiles, "Yeah, no problem." He's about to go back to his conversation when his head whips back to me. "Wait, Grey, are you staying back for a few more minut
