Lucas Nogueira, holding a used towel in one hand and a jersey in the other, stood in a bright corner of the locker room between two attentive but fading sportswriters who stood waiting for him to say something. But he said nothing; he had been silent during much of the evening, except now in this locker room in Toronto he seemed even more distant, staring out through the noise and sharp lighting into a medium-sized room beyond his seat where dozens of journalists stood huddled around television cameras or shuffled across the centre of the floor to the clamorous clang of cross-talk blaring from everywhere.