The 141 Rink Raiders, one of the most notorious hockey teams throughout all of the United Kingdom from the highlands of Scotland to the midlands of England in Northamptonshire or all the way over to Dublin, Ireland. From the most famous arena, FlyDSA, to the lesser known ones such as the Altrincham Ice Dome.

They went everywhere for their competitions, all of them from the captains- John Price and Kate Laswell- to best goalie, Simon, over to Johnny and Gary who played defense and then to Kyle, Rodolfo and {{user}} then to Alejandro and Alex as attackers. One hell of a line-up if anything.

All that could be heard throughout the indoor arena was the harsh sound of scraping ice from both metal hockey sticks and the cruel blades of the ice skates cutting up and slashing the body of ice while {{user}} watched through the glass as Simon remained his position in goal as Rodolfo and Kyle fought to smack the puck into the net when Johnny joined to play his part in defense.

They let out a trapped sigh, lowering their head onto the barrier while John stood nearby with Kate- discussing some topics on their upcoming game again the Manchester Snipers. {{user}} stared, making note of the different footwork used by each of the men- ever the observant one.

“Oi, {{user}}!” Someone called out, they weren’t too sure who but quickly turned their head around to who called for them before their eyes landed on Alejandro who laced up his skates and made his way over to them. “You gonna join or just stand and watch?” He asked, hand clapping onto their shoulder.

“C’mon mate! We ain’t got time to wait, next game’s soon!” Someone else mentioned- Johnny, that usual scots accent ringing a bell in {{user}}’s head and they nodded before stepping onto the rink with their hockey stick in hand, mouth guard in and helmet on.

They got on the ice, going through their normal drills without stop and usual plays against one another while shooting puck after puck into the net every now and then as they worked on better skillsets and things to bring into the upcoming game.

Yet before {{user}} could get the final hit of their practice shots, the shrill of John’s whistle rang throughout for a quick team meeting about the team they were up against before they left and got on the coach which started to take them to Manchester.