We gave two silly mistakes away and we got punished.

Jules could have sworn there was a devilish glint in the shopkeepers eye.

'I find today I am in need of a bonnet.'

Mr. Postlethwaite was silent. And then his eyes crept toward the marquess's hairline.

'It will be a gift for a woman, Mr. Postlethwaite.'

'Of course, sir.'

The marquess wished the 'of course' sounded a bit more sincere. He'd scarcely been in the shop for more than three minutes and already his dignity was fraying.

We were handling the press real well then we started making silly mistakes. You can't dribble through the press.

We played them better than the first time. The second time, we still made silly mistakes, but were able to adjust to what they were doing.

I don't even have to say anything to them. They just do it.

They're all different ages and they play on different competitive teams, but they all understand the game and they all know how to put it together on any given day.