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"𝐁𝐔𝐓 won't bottle that shit like Arsenal. In the final, I'm Diego Milito"
𝐃𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍, 𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ♡︎シ 𝖶𝖤𝖣𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖣𝖠𝖸, 𝖬𝖠𝖸 𝟤𝟤 𝟫 ：𝟢𝟢𝗉𝗆
𝐓𝐇𝐄 air in the locker room was thick with frustration. It was the night of the 𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋, The players were scattered, heads down, their breaths shallow from the physical exertion.
The scoreboard still loomed large in the back of their minds. 2:0, the opponent leading. It was a scoreline no one had expected, especially after their flawless season.
Florian sat to the far left with Boniface at his side, his shirt drawn over his face slouching on the bench. His usual sharp gaze was clouded with bitterness, he had missed a sitter earlier in the match- one that could've changed everything.
Xabi, stood at the front, arms crossed, his face a mixture of disbelief, determination and if you looked closer you could spot a hint of hesitation. He let the silence stretch, letting players feel the weight of the situation.
"We've been here before," his voice steady but firm. "You know what's it's like to be down. But we also know how to fight back. No one expect us to win the Bundesliga and now, were the fucking champions of Germany. Every single one of you has the heart, the skill, and the strength to turn this around, so pull your motherfucking weight and show them we can do this"
There was a pause, the team looking at each other, a few exchanging glances. The tension was palpable, but the coach could see the spark of determination starting to flicker in their eyes.
"You've got 45 minutes. Just 45 minutes. Focus on the next play, the next pass, the next run. We can't change what happened in the first half, but we can change what happens next. We don't give up. We don't quit. This is our final, and we're not walking out of here with anything less than everything we've got"
A few heads nodded, the energy in the room shifting. The players were getting up, pulling on their jerseys, lacing their boots with a renewed sense of purpose. Boniface nudged Wirtz who had spaced out half way during his coach's speech. "Stop beating yourself up over that man" he said slapping his shoulder getting a half assed head nod in response.
