A whole half's hope hangs in the room. It's putty-colored where it's not red or blue. The captain gets into the middle and clears his throat, which clears his thoughts. Everyone's expecting a speech but instead he begins to sing. There's laughter at first but when it dies down the room is filled with his tone, which is one of agony, the humiliation of the first half, the sense that the deficit might be insurmountable. One player starts to sing along, and then they all do. The second half goes as expected. The team forms a choir instead.
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