Minute 73
On my way to the bench, the referee approached me, which was normal because his gear was always in the center of the sidelines, while my bench was on the other side I was playing on. He said something nice that I didn’t really hear clearly. Just when we were midway, he told me not to worry about it and forget it. He, referring to Darcy, would regret it all his life.
I got to the bench and nobody said anything, I just felt a couple of pats on my back from two of the guys. Seemed like everybody knew exactly what had just happened, that and the disappointment of having lost a game when we were so ready and able to win.
Studer, Victor, and Darcy were talking a good distance away from the rest of us, so that we could not hear anything. Nevertheless, Darcy was loud, still blaming me
