Chapter 189: The Second Half
The players walked into the dressing room, shirts soaked and breathing heavy.
Some dropped onto the benches, heads down, trying to recover.
Others paced the floor too wound up to sit still.
Thiago wiped sweat from his face. "That was brutal."
Jamal sat heavily, boots tapping against the floor. "We can't let them run at us like that again."
Max looked around the room, still breathing hard, but his voice was steady. "We've got them, if we stay calm. Keep the ball, make them chase. They're pressing hard, but they can't keep it up forever."
For a moment, the room fell quiet just the sound of heavy breathing, water bottles being opened, and the dull thud of boots shifting on the floor.
Niels walked into the room, his expression calm but focused. He didn't need to shout.
He just stood still and waited until the room quieted and every player was looking at him.
