Your parents didn't look too pleased yesterday. Have you come to tell me you're off the team for good?

It's not fair. I'm either going to let the team down or piss them off, and I don't want to upset anyone.

Why are they so frightened to let you play?

They want to protect me.

From what?

This is taking me away from everything they know.

Whose life are you living, Jess? If you try pleasing 'em for ever, you're gonna end up blaming 'em.

What, like you? [Joe puts on a dejected face] I'm sorry.

No, you're right. I stopped talking to my dad because we had nothing to talk about. Spent a year getting pissed trying to forget about the game, but I couldn't.

Yeah, but I can't just stop talking to them, like you.

I don't talk to my dad because I know what he'd say. He'd piss himself if he knew I was coaching girls!

How do you know that? How do you know he wouldn't be proud that you didn't just give up? You should be proud of what you've given all of us.

Then why are you giving up?