WARNING: This may or may not be intense.

One day, there was a team in a decently sized town. This team had no apparent future, no coach signing up to teach them the ways of the event they all were participating in.

Suddenly, a coach was hired, and so the team had a hazy future due to many complications.

But one player, a veteran so to speak, decided to do their best to keep their straggler of a team together, so what did they do?

It's rather simple, they became close friends with the stragglers that they had for a team, including the newer players, which was looked down upon by other teammates.

And so the team practiced long and hard, that was... Until an unfortunate accident occured.

The player already had a problem, but it became to much,  and so they had to sit out for a while, confined to the title of benchwarmer or pseudocoach, so to speak. Forced to hear the insults to other players, and yet unable to do a thing against it.

It was terrible. But when it all seemed so lost, they recovered.

But by the time the player had recovered, they noticed that the younger players had improved so much.

So much, that they cried inwardly.

For the little ones thay had helped to train so much had improved at a jaw dropping rate, thay words couldbt express how proud they were.

How proud they were of their friends.