Matt opens the front door just a crack and tries to get Coach to just let him come outside. Taylor tells him he'd like to come inside. Matt glances back toward his grandmother in the dim and dingy kitchen, taking the plastic cover off a store-bought cake, her hair perfectly unwashed and mussed in the back where it meets the chair she sits in for hours a day. As Coach Taylor walks in, the camera looks around the shabby room, lingering on a photo of a soldier in fatigues in the desert, holding up a sign that says, "Go Panthers Go!" The camera keeps ranging around the tiny space as if from Coach Taylor's perspective -- a small bedroom right off the main room, sketch books full of pencil drawings, an emotional profile portrait of a man right next to a sillily-sketched monster with the caption "Go Panthers!" Matt is absolutely uneasy, as he stands in front of Coach Taylor in his grease-stained work shirt. Grandma comes shuffling in, insisting that the Coach sit down and enjoy some cake. Coach Taylor is so incredibly charismatic and gracious in this scene -- he obviously understands Matt's unease, but he takes the time to look his grandmother in the eyes and tell her that she should be proud of Matt before smoothly suggesting that he and Matt go talk over Friday's game for an hour or so. Grandma breaks into a wide smile, but insists to Coach that he come back. Grandma tells Coach Taylor that when he comes back she'll get him some milk or hot chocolate or anything he could want, and then lowers her voice to Matt as he leaves: "Now you listen to him. You listen to him. Move your feet." She has equal parts joy and desperation in her face as Matt leaves, then once they're gone, sits down in her rocking chair and chuckles to herself, "Coach Taylor!"