Away from the exiting players, Nolan, who had caught the tail end of the laughter as he passed the locker room, kept walking, turned the corner, and pushed open Dawson's office door without knocking.
"The boys seem to have taken today well, I think," he said, closing it behind him.
Dawson did not look up right away.
He was already seated, jacket off, sleeves rolled, with one hand resting on the desk.
When he finally glanced up, he nodded once.
"Of course they did."
Nolan rolled his eyes, leaning against the doorframe.
"Can't you just be honest with yourself for once?" he muttered, causing Dawson to snap his head back up, questioningly.
"What?" he asked, but Nolan just shook his head.
"Nothing," he muttered as he moved closer, knowing the thoughts that were most likely running through Dawson's head.
Thoughts about what he would do if he were lose the dressing room because he knew on the side that tactics were useless if the players didn't want to implement them.
