Ange Postecoglou did not look at the bench when he made the call.
He stood tight to the touchline, arms loosely by his side, before he looked to his assistant by his side.
"Get Willy and Savona changed now."
The assistant nodded before turning towards the bench and motioning towards said players.
Willy Boly was already halfway up before the sentence finished.
Nicola Savona followed, tugging his bib off as he moved out of his seat.
After that, Ange leaned closer, lowering his voice.
"More bodies. More height. Slow it down," he muttered, almost to himself.
"We don't need to be brave anymore."
Behind him, one of the analysts nodded, tablet tucked under his arm.
"We figured the trigger," Ange continued, jaw tight.
"Gabriel steps every time Izan touches it. I don't know if it was a sign of trust, but we can't take advantage of that anymore since they've given the ball to us in hopes that we commit a mistake."
