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The sun was lower now, slipping into that golden zone where light glinted off every blade of grass like it was trying to show off.
We gathered in a half-circle at midfield as Coach paced in front of us, clipboard in hand, her whistle swinging from her lanyard like a pendulum. She didn’t speak right away, just looked at us, nodding to herself like she was mentally rearranging a chessboard.
“I hope you took mental notes during the boys’ practice,” she finally said, eyes sweeping across us. “Because you’re about to apply them.”
I felt Mela shift beside me. Trish was already bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet like she was ready to bolt into action.
“Today, we’re working transitions,” Coach continued. “Quick resets. Defensive-to-offensive movement. Most of you struggle not b
