Fandom High School

"'M sorry there weren't practice last week," George apologised once everyone had their skates on and was on the ice.  "Kyle an' me got stuck, and we didn' get back t' th'school in time."  For once, even though it was Fandom, he was not speaking literally.  "We'll have an extra practice some week so it'll all work out."

"We're goin' t'be workin' on passin' today.  I know tisn't as sexy as shootin', but if ye can dodge a pass, you can shoot a ball pass up th'ice, ye can get t' th'point of shootin'.  Passin' maks it a team game.  Tisn't jus' one lad skatin' all th' way up th' ice and scoring.  Ye have t'be trustin' where yer lads are all th'time."

He gestured over to the row of sticks.  "Everyone grab one an' find a partner or two.  Ye want t'work on bein' as accurate as possible at gettin' th' puck t'th'man -" he glanced at Alice if she was there "-or lass.  Gotta have th'right amount of power too or it'll bounce off their stick and over t'other team."

"If no one has any questions, go to then."

[La, OCD! la]