He is desperate to be part of the new regime. He wants to fit into a team that is bigger than the sum of individuals.
"You can still influence the game even though the opposition has the ball on the opposite side of the field."
"You want to play no. 6? Prove it to me. Have a strong base! Be ready for the ball!"
"Yes King Louis. I can do this. Give me a chance."
Despite his intense desire to impress, once again he can hardly lift his legs to walk. It is a paralyzing feeling. Only his mind is willing.
