You know the winter remade you in its image. The road is broken from ice and it grew up just where you did. So why think you can beat it, kid? In your crease, invincible, like you won’t get hit. Then you start to spin. You thought of the team picture after the tri-county win: a hero there to claim your prize (goalie pose, front and centre in the Exeter Times), you knew you’d get forgotten if you stood behind. Teammates are banging sticks hoping that you’ll rise; they know you won’t go down without a fight, but can’t think of a better way to die than on the ice.