Chapter 155

LIAM

Getting torn a new one twice in one day does nothing for my mood. The only reason Coach doesn’t bench half the roster and redesign tomorrow’s lineup from scratch is because Chicago played just as badly as we did. Which isn’t comforting—it just means even while we tied in mediocrity, they won.

After another round of video reviews and going over our formations for the umpteenth time, Coach finally lets us off the hook. Slightly. He literally orders us to head straight back to our hotels.

He doesn’t have to. No one’s in the mood for drinks. No one’s in the mood for anything.

We just want to disappear, shower, and pretend this game never happened.

Not that Cam would ever let us stew in misery. By the time I’m out of the shower, towel over my head, he’s already suited up. Being the only one Coach doesn’t currently want to strangle means he got to shower early while the rest of us sat through review hell.

Cam claps his hands once, loud, like he’s s