Coach Wymack Quotes

Dan gestured past Neil toward the changing room. "What happened?" Neil counted it off on his fingers. "Kevin told them Coach is his father, said he's never going back to Edgar Allan, and called the Ravens out as two-faced assholes. Oh," he said, looking up from his hand, "and he said his injury wasn't an accident. Not in so many words, but it won't take them long to figure out what he meant." Dan gaped. "He what?" "Great," Wymack said. "He's turning into another you. That's just what I needed.

God damn it, Minyard. This is why we can't have nice things." "Oh, Coach. [...] If he [Neil] was nice, he wouldn't be any use to us, would he?

Why did you pay for stalls, Coach?" Wymack lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "Maybe I knew you'd need them one day.

Neil hit Riko," Matt said. "It was beautiful." "What?" Nicky squawked. "Not fair! I missed it! Go do it again. Or not," he added quickly when Wymack leveled a death glare at him. "You can't blame a guy for dreaming, right, Coach?

Jeez, Coach, what kind of people do you think we are?" Nicky asked. "Do you really want me to answer that?

Neil counted it off on his fingers. "Kevin told them Coach is his father, said he's never going back to Edgar Allan, and called the Ravens out as two-faced assholes. Oh," he said, looking up from his hand, "and he said his injury wasn't an accident. Not in so many words, but it won't take them long to figure out what he meant." Dan gaped. "He what?" "Great," Wymack said. "He's turning into another you. That's just what I needed." "At least you can legally take out life insurance on one of them," Nicky said. "Out," Wymack said.

[...] Neil snagged the keys tossed his way. There were two rings looped together, two keys on one and three on the other. [...] "Thank you," Neil said, clenching his fingers tight enough around them he could feel the teeth digging into his palm. He felt steadier with them in his hand. [...] "Blatant favoritism, Coach," Andrew said. "If you ever went to the court of your own volition, maybe I'd give you a set too," Wymack said. "Since I don't see that happening anytime this lifetime or next, you can shut up and share with Kevin." "Oh, joy, joy," Andrew said. "My excited face begins now.

If I could ban some of you from ever opening your mouth in public, I would, but this is out of my hands. Attempt to behave yourselves without sacrificing your confident image. Think you can do that?" "You're no fun, Coach," Nicky said. "I will be a lot less fun if you make us look like fools," Wymack said. "But I'm not as worried about you as I am about our resident punching bag and his smart mouth. Anyone have ideas on how to make Neil look a bit less like a battered wife?

Wymack had heart Matt's arrival and he came out of his office to hurl a key ring at Matt's head. [...] "Jesus, Coach, good to see you too. When did we move past a simple hello?" "I could say the same for you, stomping past my open door like that without so much as a by-your-leave," Wymack said. "You looked busy." "I'm always busy. That's never stopped you pricks from interrupting me before.

Neil didn't understand the appeal. When Nicky saw his unimpressed face, he said, "It's not really about the food. It's about family. Not necessarily the one we were born with, but the one we chose. This one," Nicky emphasized, gesturing between them. "The people we trust to be part of our lives. The people we care about." "I'm trying to eat here," Wymack said. "Coach doesn't have a sentimental bone in his body," Nicky told Neil. "I don't know what Abby sees in him. He must be really good in—" "Another word and you're on dish duty," Abby said, and Nicky wisely shut up.

hi, coach.” “do you have any idea how much i hate coming home and finding you in my apartment?” - andrew & wymack

i want you to understand something. i am a loud, grouchy old man. i like to yell and throw things. but i don’t throw punches unless some punk is dumb enough to try me first. i have never, ever hit someone without provocation, and i’m sure as hell not going to start with you. you hear me?” “yes, coach.” “i’m serious. don’t you dare be more afraid of me than you are of andrew.” - wymack & neil

hey, kevin. hear that? someone really misses you.” “the erc shouldn’t have approved.” “you said he would come for you.” “i didn’t know it would be like this.” “liar,” andrew said, and kevin flinched. “you did know about this. how long? one day, two days, three four five?” “coach told me when it was approved in may.” “may. may, day. mayday. a little curious, kevin day. when were you going to tell me?” “i told him not to,” wymack said. “you picked coach over me? ohhh, my. favoritism, deception, betrayal. how familiar. after all i’ve done for you.” - andrew, kevin & wymack

Neil snagged the keys tossed his way. There were two rings looped together, two keys on one and three on the other. [...] "Thank you," Neil said, clenching his fingers tight enough around them he could feel the teeth digging into his palm. He felt steadier with them in his hand. [...] "Blatant favoritism, Coach," Andrew said. "If you ever went to the court of your own volition, maybe I'd give you a set too," Wymack said. "Since I don't see that happening anytime this lifetime or next, you can shut up and share with Kevin." "Oh, joy, joy," Andrew said. "My excited face begins now.

Why?" Coach Wymack was quiet for a minute. "Did you think I made the team the way it is because I thought it would be a good publicity stunt? It's about second chances, Neil. Second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than what anyone else wanted to give you." Neil had heard Wymack referred to as an idealistic idiot by more than one person, but it was hard to listen to him and not believe that he was sincere. Neil was torn between incredulity and disdain. Why Wymack set himself up for disappointment time and time again, Neil didn't know. Neil would have given up on the Foxes years ago.

Coach never explained it. Maybe he thought we'd need to grieve our disastrous losses in private. Only the best for his rising stars, right?" "I didn't think Wymack recruited rising stars," Neil said [...]. "No," Andrew agreed. "The Foxes will never amount to anything Try telling Dan that, though, and she'll box your ears.

what are you doing here?” “why were you leaving?” “i asked you first.” “coach already answered that question. we are waiting for you to sign the contract. stop wasting our time.” “no. there are a thousand strikers who’d jump at the chance to play with you. why don’t you bother them?” “we saw their files,” wymack said. “we chose you.” “i won’t play with kevin.” “you will,” kevin said. - neil, kevin & wymack

wymack came out of his office to hurl a key ring at matt’s head. the jangling got matt’s attention and he turned in time to get smacked on the cheek with the keys. matt snagged the ring as it fell and made a face at his coach. “jesus, coach, good to see you too. when did we move past a simple ‘hello’?” “i could say the same for you, stomping past my open door like that without so much as a by-your-leave.” “you looked busy.” “i’m always busy. that’s never stopped you pricks from interrupting me before.” - matt & wymack

Kevin wouldn't really go back," Neil said, disbelieving. "Not after what Riko did." Wymack gave him a pitying look. "Tetsuji never former adopted Kevin. Do you know why? Moriyamas don't believe in outsiders or equals. Tetsuji took Kevin in and took over his training, but he also gave Kevin to Riko - literally. Kevin isn't human to them. He's a project. He's a pet, and it's Riko's name on his leash. The fact he ran away is a miracle. If Tetsuji called tomorrow and told him to come home, Kevin would. He knows what Tetsuji would do to him if he refused. He'd be too afraid to say no." Neil thought he'd be sick. He didn't want to hear anymore of this, he'd already heard to much. He wanted to run until it all started making sense in his head, or at least until the ice left his veins. [...] "What if Coach Moriyama told him to stop playing?" Wymack was quiet for an endless minute, then said, "Kevin only had the strength to leave because Riko destroyed his hand. That was finally one injustice too many. Because of that I'd like to think Kevin would defy Tetsuji, but it's just as likely we'd never see him with a racquet again. But the day Kevin stops playing forever is the day he dies. He has nothing else. He wasn't raised to have anything else. Do you understand? We cannot lose to the Ravens this year. Kevin won't survive it." "We can't win against them," Neil said. "We're the worst team in the nation." "Then it's time to stop being the worst," Wymack said. "It's time to fly." "You don't really think we can," Neil said. "If you didn't think you could, what are you doing here? You wouldn't have signed the contract if you'd already given up on yourself.

come on, i’ll swing you past coach’s place to get your things.” “this is it.” matt looked at neil’s bag, then around the room for suitcases that didn’t exist. he flicked a questioning look at wymack, who shook his head, and turned back on neil. “that’s a joke, right? you should see how much i crammed into my truck — and how much i had to leave behind, and you expect to last a year with one bag? that thing have magical expanding powers i don’t know about or something?” “you get him shopping later this week,” wymack said. “on your time, not mine. i’m sick of seeing him in the same clothes over and over.” - matt, neil & wymack

When he turned to throw it Andrew caught his wrist. Neil hadn't even heard Andrew cross the room toward him. Neil stared at him and through him, heart pounding in his temples. "It's ruined," Neil said, voice ragged with an awful rage. "It's all ruined." Wymack burst into the room with Nicky on his heels. The sight of so much blood stopped him short for a moment before he strode for Neil. "Is that yours?" "Coach, my gear," Neil said. "It's—" "It's not his." Andrew let go of Neil and went back to his own locker. "He's fine." "Peroxide," Neil said. "Does Abby have any in her office?" When Wymack just looked at him, Neil started for the door to find some himself. Wymack put an arm in his way to stop him. "I need to clean my clothes before the blood sets or I won't have anything to wear tonight." "And I need you to derail that one-track fucking mind of yours for two seconds and focus on the fact that you are covered in someone or something's blood. Are you okay?" "Andrew already said I'm fine," Neil bit out.