Daxton’s POV
My knee is jerking erratically as I straighten my tie for the seventeenth time whilst I wait for the reporters who have been forwarded invitations, to enter the press conference room next door and get seated before we head in ourselves..
Beside me, Coach Warner sits with his usual grumpy expression and the seat next to him is empty as Mr Willard has yet to appear.
A spokesperson for the teams media walks up and murmurs that the press are all now ready and Coach nods as he checks his watch quickly.
Minutes later, Mr Willard finally breezes into the room, blurting out apologies as he walks straight past us and heads toward the door to the conference room.
‘Stuck on the phone with an old friend’ he grumbles, ‘the man just can’t take no for an answer no matter how many times
