*Heard in Inquisitors' locker room, right after the match with Typhon, Season 33 matchday 7*
The silence was dreadful. One could hear a fly buzzing right under the lamp hanging from the ceiling and even it was terrified.
Rodak was furious. He was literally shaking with anger, grinding his teeth and fighting off the urge to just violently punch the wall, or worse, one of his players.
Congratulations. he muttered. I understand, that beating Grindylows three days ago was difficult. They are, after all, pretty solid. his voice was cold, eyes were ingoring his players, wandering from one point on the floor to another.
But your today's performance was just a complete failure. Losing to the FREAKING LAST TEAM IN TABLE, ARE YOU NOT ASHAMED?! this time Rodak violently and rapidly stepped towards Minerva Watson. She didn't even look at him, staring at her feet in shame.
Kerr, you know it's your fault. You're sloppy. We lost two matches this season because of your poor performance. Two matches. We could have been leaders. said coach, looking at Inquisitors' seeker, Falkner Kerr. She was crumpling her yellow captain band, as if it was a token of her poor performance. Get your shit together, for Merlin's sake, Kerr. I don't care what's going on in your private life. When you fly up on this broom, I expect 100% or even more, but certainly, not less.
Yes sir. she muttered as an answer. This somehow pleased Rodak, since he was silent for a moment. But it was merely a calm before the storm.
I can't believe we were not able to capitalize our advantage. All we had to do was to keep the quaffle. You made the same mistake as with Grindylows, Watson. he said sharply Do you know what "contain the quaffle" means, or do you not? It means to keep it and pass it on short distances and try to intercept it or even steal, when the other team has it. We were not playing counterdefensive tactic, Watson. And what were you doing? Waiting at the other half, hoping for a long pass. he snorted ironically. Bob! this time Rodak turned to his assistant, standing right behind him with a file full of notes.How many times did I tell Watson to fall back and help defense and wait for a short pass?
Bob quickly shuffled through his notes. I've got five exclamation marks, which means that you've probably said it about thirteen times. he explained.
Rodak left this without a comment. He shook his head with disbelief. Na co mi to było? Żona, dzieci...Trzeba było kurwa zostać prawnikiem, jak mamusia mówiła. Albo piekarzem. Z głodu bym nie umarł. he said in his native language, which confused his players.
You're all dismissed. Get to the showers, think about today's match and how you've all blew your chance to advance to silver this year. said Rodak and quickly grabbed his things. He left the room, shutting the doors behind him, when he noticed familiar face right under the doors. He forgot his name, but it was one of the "London Quidditch" journalists. Eavesdropper quickly ran however, but Inquisitors' coach was sure, that this story won't stay in the four walls of their locker room.
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