Marc Steutel doesn’t let up—not even in a blowout win.
When Newcastle scored, he was immediately shouting for his team to track back, his intensity unwavering. When Bristol found the basket or Newcastle turned the ball over, his expression betrayed no surprise—he looked like a man who’d already envisioned that exact misstep a hundred times over.
The only fleeting moments of relief came when the refs called a foul in Newcastle’s favour. But even then, it was just that—fleeting. In the next instant, Steutel was back to his usual tortured self, carrying the weight of every moment, unwilling to let his team coast for even a second.
