You stand in the doorway of the locker room, the echo of last season is still heavy in your mind. Zero wins. Shutouts. Injuries. Silence after the final whistle. The kind of season that breaks teams and careers.

But this isn’t last year.

The room is different now.

One by one, the new players look up as you step inside. They rise from the benches almost instinctively, and for a moment you simply take them in. These women are built differently, powerful frames, thick shoulders, defined arms and legs shaped by years of serious strength training. They don’t fidget or avoid your gaze. They meet it calmly, confidently.

The blue jerseys hang tight across muscular torsos, white numbers sharp against the fabric. Blue helmets with red cross-grid markings rest at their feet. White leggings with blue-and-yellow stripes stretch over legs that look capable of driving through any defensive line in the league.

There’s no chatter. No nerves. Just quiet focus. You realize something then: this team doesn’t need a motivational speech yet. What they need is direction. Purpose. A system worthy of the strength standing in front of you.

Last season ended in humiliation. Angels first season. This season begins here, in this locker room, face to face with a squad that looks ready to rewrite everything. And they’re waiting for you to speak.

"Coach?"