"YEAAAAAH!" Phillipe Coutinho roared before hitting a knee-slide close to the corner spot. "COME ON!" He punched the air in excitement before the others followed, sliding next to him and hugging the man as if he was the second coming of the Messiah.
"LET'S FUCKING GO!" Thomas Muller even grabbed Coutinho's face so intently as if he was about to kiss the Brazilian. "WE HAVE THE LEAD AGAIN! LET'S FUCKING GO!"
At this moment, those were probably the only sentences that could describe their feeling here. Even though it was just a game against Schalke, a team whose rank started with the number 1 but was not at the top of the standings, scoring a goal right before the game ended to bail the team out of a draw result was always exciting.
