Luckily, in a way, there really wasn't anyone that was a tougher critic on himself or his team than he was. He didn't need Flint to try and get into his mind and upset him more. He already knew that he had played his best, did what he could. There was only next time to look forward to.
That didn't mean that it didn't irritate the fuck out of him that Flint was purposefully trying to get him riled up.
He looked sharply over at Marcus, trying to resist the urge to push into him when he actually jostled him with his shoulder. He knew that wasn't a good idea. It would only lead to a fight. And there was no way that would go unnoticed.
"Win or lose, at least I'm still playing," Oliver said, his voice low.