#Chapter 328: Toward Glory

Enzo The clatter of hockey sticks and the distinct screech of skates cutting into the ice enveloped me as Tim and I entered the arena. It was a different vibe than what I was used to back in Mountainview—less polished, maybe a little rougher around the edges—but it was hockey, and that was home enough for me. “As you can see, we’re already underway,” Tim said, gesturing toward the scrimmage taking place below us. “But I’d like to hear your first impressions. And don’t hold back.” We found a decent spot to watch from and settled in. For several minutes, I just observed. The team had heart; that much was evident to me. But they also displayed glaring inadequacies. Their passes were always just a little too long or a little too short, shots were mistimed, and their defensive formation looked more like a scattering of bodies rather than a cohesive unit. It was immediately clear that they had little chemistry on the ice, unlike my team. But it was fixable. Tim