"Your ankle alright?" Ronaldo asked Jason, grabbing a bottle.
"... Well, it's numb," Jason chuckled, raising his ankle a bit and shaking it as a test.
"You know you're going to feel like sh*t after it wears off, right?" Ronaldo asked again, taking a pause from sipping water.
"I wouldn't care too much by then, we'll be celebrating," Jason grinned in reply, picking up a bottle of his own to chug down some water.
"Alright guys, we have fifteen minutes for one last push to see if we can win this game. I'd rather we not go to penalties as it's mostly luck,"
"So, we must try our best to see if we can get a winner in the coming fifteen minutes,"
"Again… try not to concede a goal no matter whatever happens… please," Pirlo pleaded.
"You guys literally turned off and allowed them to get the ball all the way into a dangerous area at the start of the last fifteen. Don't let it happen again… but!"
