Halftime…
The tension in the FC Barcelona dressing room was palpable.
It was just 45 minutes but the FC Barcelona players were filled with sweat, slugging water down their throats.
Hansi Flick sat among his players, quiet for a few minutes, but then he stood up. In direct contrast to the tension that filled the room at this moment, the German coach had a relaxed smile on his face.
"Who are we?" He asked.
His players looked at him.
Hansi Flick shook his head, disappointed. "Who are we?" He raised his voice.
"Barcelona". Pedri answered.
"Good!" Hansi Flick asked, then with burning eyes, he looked round his players and asked again. "Who are we?"
"Barcelona they answered".
He grinned, then yelled. "WHO ARE WE?!"
"BARCELONA!" The players roared.
"Good, good thing you know". He smiled. "You hear all that noise? All that booing in the first half, it's a good sign, signs that they fear us".
"I know what my team can do, and you also know what we can do".
