Brett Thatcher was not a happy camper. The game was rigged! It was rigged! He could already see Cleaver's cocky smirk from here. This was going to be brutal. Taking his first steps onto the field, he rolled his eyes at the loud cheering for England. So they won. Big deal! Brett was not taking the loss lightly. His team was going to be getting an earload in the locker room.
But his mother had always taught him to be the bigger man, so he put on a fake smile and walked over to Cleaver. "Great game." he grimaced, offering his hand to the other coach. He still believed it was rigged though. |