It's just thata, no matter how long you don't play, if you faced the same players for years, it's like they habits become ingrained into your very reflexes.

[He pulls at his hair a little, in a manner that's almost embarrassed. If Sano knew what shame is - he usually pretens he has no idea.

He nods to the chaser who just scored.]

The way he moves his arm... it's like he's yelling at me where he's gonna hit.