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“Why?" Coach Wymack was quiet for a minute. "Did you think I made the team the way it is because I thought it would be a good publicity stunt? It's about second chances, Neil. Second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than what anyone else wanted to give you." Neil had heard Wymack referred to as an idealistic idiot by more than one person, but it was hard to listen to him and not believe that he was sincere. Neil was torn between incredulity and disdain. Why Wymack set himself up for disappointment time and time again, Neil didn't know. Neil would have given up on the Foxes years ago.”

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“Mi fai schifo." "Da che pulpito," ribatté Cathy. "Tu sei una puttana tanto quanto me." Quando si volse Dan afferrò l'orlo della sua maglietta con entrambe le mani, se la tolse in un gesto fluido insieme al reggiseno sportivo e s'indicò il petto nudo. "O mio dio, vedi queste? Si chiamano tette. E' questo che mi rende una puttana? Questo?" Dan fece scattare una mano tra di loro e Cathy si mosse sulla sedia, a disagio. "Questo è quello che faccio. Io mi spoglio. Io ballo. Lavoro su un palco cinque notti la settimana. Ballo la lap dance per dei viscidi che sono incapaci di prendere l'iniziativa da soli. Ma non lascio che mi tocchino e riesco comunque a guadagnare abbastanza da permetterci di restare a galla. Vaffanculo! Ho diciassette anni! Sono troppo giovane per farti da madre!" "Nessuno ti ha mai chiesto di farlo..." "Ma io ti ho chiesto di esserlo per me. Grazie per aver fallito in maniera così spettacolare.”

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“Non è mica la fine del mondo se perdiamo," disse Francis. "Non perderci il sonno." Era questo ciò che odiava di lui - il suo accettare la sconfitta ancora prima che fosse avvenuta. Era il suo modo di consolare il team, supponeva: lui era convinto fosse meglio aspettarsi il peggio e rimanere piacevolmente sorpresi piuttosto che rimanere devastati da una sconfitta inaspettata. Dan pensava che un allenatore non avesse alcun diritto di essere così pessimista. Lei non voleva un allenatore in grado di indorarle la pillola. Ne voleva uno che credesse nell'impossibile. "Non posso permettermi di perdere," gli disse Dan. "Devo arrivare alle finali se spero di attirare l'attenzione di un reclutatore." "Danielle, voglio che tu comprenda una cosa." "Io sono brava," insistette Dan. "Lo sono abbastanza da superare la selezione." "Tu hai molto talento..." "Non sia condiscendente con me, Coach." "Tu sei straordinaria," le disse, "ma essere bravi non è sufficiente. Tu sei una ragazza." "Non significa niente." "Significa tutto, invece. Forse non è giusto, ma così stanno le cose. Gli uomini sono più veloci e hanno più forza. Possono colpire più duramente e lanciare più lontano. E nulla potrà cambiare questo pregiudizio. Se un allenatore fosse costretto a scegliere tra un uomo e una donna, sceglierebbe sempre l'uomo." "Ci sono diverse donne che giocano in squadre universitarie." "Non ho detto che non ci sono," obiettò Francis. "Ho detto che loro sono l'eccezione.”

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