Locker Room - Post-Shower Cool-Down (30 Minutes After Final Whistle)
The door clicked shut behind the last player, sealing in the steam from quick showers and the smell of liniment and victory that always filled dressing rooms after dominant wins, and towels draped over benches while ice baths bubbled in the corner and protein shakes sat half-drunk on the floor.
The room hummed with low chatter and laughter—no wild celebrations or music blasting, just the satisfied exhaustion of a job well done and the comfortable camaraderie that came from playing together successfully.
Gasperini stood in the center of the room, his arms crossed loosely over his chest, his voice steady and measured as always when he addressed the squad.
