Neil Waterman is the first person to speak. He tells the boys to get their heads up and look at him. Three of them already are: Owen King, Ryan Larrobino, and Matt Kinney. Now about half the squad manages to do as he’s asked. Several others, however – including Josh Stevens, who made the final out – continue to seem vastly interested in their footgear.

‘Get your heads up,’ Waterman says again. He speaks louder this time, but not unkindly, and now they all manage to look at him. ‘You played a pretty good game,’ he says softly. ‘You got a little rattled, and they ended up on top. It happens. It doesn’t mean they’re better, though – that’s something we’re going to find out on Saturday. Tonight all you lost was a baseball game. The sun will still come up tomorrow.’ They begin to stir around on the bench a little; this old homily has apparently not lost its power to comfort. ‘You gave what you had tonight, and that’s all we want. I’m proud of you, and you can be proud of yourselves. Nothing happened that you have to hang your heads about.’

He stands aside for Dave Mansfield, who surveys his team. When Dave speaks, his usually loud voice is even quieter than Waterman’s. ‘We knew when we came down here that they had to beat us, didn’t we?’ he asks. He speaks reflectively, almost as if he were talking to himself. ‘If they didn’t, they’d be out. They’ll be coming to our field on Saturday. That’s when we have to beat them. Do you want to?’ They are all looking up now.

‘I want you to remember what Neil told you,’ Dave says in that reflective voice, so unlike his practice-field bellow. ‘You are a team. That means you love each other. You love each other – win or lose – because you are a team.’

The first time anyone suggested to these boys that they must come to love each other while they were on the field, they laughed uneasily at the idea. Now they don’t laugh. After enduring the Hampden Horns together, they seem to understand, at least a little. Dave surveys them again, and then nods. ‘O.K. Pick up the gear.’