Ashton’s POV
‘Yes!’ I roar as the puck slides between the goalie’s knee pad and the post, putting us four one up just as the buzzer sounds for the end of the game.
My teammates crash into me from all sides, a chaotic surge of jerseys and adrenaline that swamps me. I laugh loudly, breathless and triumphant, hugging them back as the cold air of the rink bites at my face. It was a hard game, the Flyers are one of our biggest rivals.
‘And Devil brings it home!’ Kane yells, thumping my helmet with an excited, heavy glove.
‘Couldn’t have done it without you though,’ I reply, grabbing his shirt and shaking him.
Kane grins, ‘what can I say? My pass was flawless. That i***t Holts didn’t stand a chance of getting the puck from me.’
We pull apart, waving to our small, vocal section of away fans
