Soon enough, the players from both teams finally came out of the tunnel. They were all ready to start the second half, wanting so badly to secure one final ticket five days later.
From Japan's side, Yuta Goke, the defensive midfielder with the number 16, could be seen warming up on the sideline. Mitsuki Saito was back on the bench already, having put his jacket on and sat tightly there.
Meanwhile, on France's side, two players were ready to come. Those were Yacine Adli and Lenny Pintor, two more attacking players, to replace Enzo Loiodice and Nabil Alioui, who hadn't done well in the first half. Their intention was clear. They wanted to overwhelm Japan's defense with more creative players in their territory.
Still, on Japan's side, the players weren't that surprised or afraid about it. If anything, they all let out a deep sigh, glancing at the bench in a complicated mood. "Damn, Kumiko-san's analysis is sharp as hell. Is her brain a fucking computer or what?"
