“She was a bloody hypocrite in the locker room, telling us how we were being selfish. Were we supposed pretend everything was fine?”
“I’m sorry I’m a coward, but we could have won the game! Charlie came back. We could’ve won.” Tears filled my eyes, but Charlie wore a kind look.
“Look,” he said. “I won’t pretend this isn’t a hard blow. But from what I’ve heard, you made up for it. When the rest of the team gave up, you pushed them and yourself.”
“Thanks for looking out for me,” he said with a wink, and I was happy.