He tells them that it is natural to be scared and pissed off after suffering the loss they have. He says that football lets them channel that energy. While Coach speechifies, we flash forward a bit to the team taking the field, Taylor stalking the sidelines in those luscious headphones, and then back into the locker room where Coach prays for his players to have "a safe game, a successful game" and then back out to the field where the cheerleaders cheer, the fans chant. Like it's all part of one big thing, the kids go from shouting "Amen!" to shouting "Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose!" and then run out of the locker room, pumping their helmets in the air. Pulling up the rear is Matt Saracen, who looks pensive and, well, to tell the truth, like he's about to shit himself. Coach Taylor takes a moment for one last pep talk and asks him, "Let me ask you one question. Last Friday when you threw that winning pass, were your eyes closed?" Turns out this is the exact right question to ask, as the camera swings around behind Coach Taylor's shoulder and catches Matt's eyes turn to flint as he realizes he can do this: "No sir. My eyes were open. My eyes were wide open." Out on the field, chaos and cacophony, blue and gold, as the cheerleaders screech, the drum line drums, the fans holler in slow motion, the kicker kicks the ball into the black sky, and...fade to black.