Alex noticed sadness in his amber eyes that belied the calm demeanor displayed to the press and public. Boris barely maintained his composure before the cameras, but appeared ready to break down at any moment. Away from the spotlight, Pierre looked close to tears as Greise, Byron, Davy, and Johann quietly spoke with him; Reggie’s expression revealed disgust, Brian tossed gear into his locker in anger and frustration, Jax muttered a litany of Czech curse words under his breath, and Marty engaged in solemn conversation with Vince. Davy met her outside the locker room. “Thank God this bloody mess of a night is over. I don’t know about you, but I’m ravenous.” “I could eat the entire city. Oh, and Troy’s joining us,” Alex said. “I hope you don’t mind.” “Not at all. How are you feeling?” “Awesome aside from the game’s disastrous shut out.”
