Finally, Watt found his voice.
It was somewhat unfamiliar, because this wasn't the Houston Texans' locker room; but the faint sense of familiarity and security allowed his tense nerves to relax. Perhaps the fact that it wasn't the Houston Texans' locker room was a good thing, a whole new beginning, which meant he wouldn't repeat the nightmares of the past.
Dimly, Watt could sense the eyes on him from behind, making him subtly straighten up and open his shoulders, becoming more confident.
"The game is not just your game; losing shouldn't be just your responsibility either."
"Every one of us has a responsibility for today's game."
"It's not that we didn't play well, we still contested until the final moments; but at critical times, we didn't bring out the necessary state and intensity."
