Everyone was arguing over one another on the bench. "Hey, team! Hey, team. We're gonna be great today, right? Where's Gordon?" Mr Tibbles said from above us. "You tell us." Luis said to him. "I don't believe this." A ref skated up to us. "Team USA I'm sorry but without a coach behind the bench, you'll forfeit the game." He informed us. "But you can't do that." Banks said. "We have one." Charlie said. "Ms McKay!" He yelled out before skating over. "Yeah." Everyone encouraged her when she looked a little apprehensive. "Come on, coach McKay." "What are you waitin for, the ice to freeze? Let's play!" She shouted out. "Let's go." The ref said.
It was only a few seconds into the game when Germany tried to score, but thankfully, Goldberg caught it. "Change it up!" Ms McKay yelled out and the ones on the ice skated towards the bench. I was on the bench with Fulton when we all heard a duck whistle.
We all looked up in the crowd and saw coach Bombay. He blew the duck whistle again. Julie looked back at me and Fulton but we just shook our heads.
Coach Bombay ran down to the bench and blew the duck whistle again. "Come on in! Let's go.
Come on." He said to the ones who were on the ice. We skated over and huddled in. "Team. Guys. I was wrong. And I'm sorry. I forgot about the team.And the team is all I have. All I want is another chance. Just one more shot. I'm back. Okay? Believe me."
The third period started and team USA had a new fire to them. "Flying V!" Jesse yelled out and the rest on the ice joined him behind the net. Everyone cheered when Averman scored. We had won! I sat on the bench before rushing onto the ice to kiss Fulton.
"T've had a lot of big distractions since I've been here in LA." Coach Bombay said, bringing out a cardboard cutout of himself. "This is a distraction." We all laughed. He lit a match and threw it in a barrel. "This is a fire in a barrel." Jan handed him the cardboard cutout. He folded it in half and put it in the barrel. "This is a distraction in a fire in a barrel. Any questions?" "Good job, coach." Dean said and we all started clapping as the cardboard cutout burned.
Time skip lol
We had been doing a lot of different training and exercises. Coach Bombay had yes crawl on the ice like babies, which i found stupid. We were doing more conditioning, more workouts, including running on the treadmills. We continuously shot pucks at Goldberg, hoping he would block them. After we had done a shooting drill, practice was over. We all changed into our normal clothes before leaving. "Hey, Banks, let's go!" Dean shouted out to Banks who was in the bathroom. "Comin. I'll be right there." He responded. Dean ran to catch up with me and Fulton. He stood next to Fulton and elbowed him. I felt Fulton grabbed onto my hand, intertwining our fingers.
