"Is it time already? He looks fresh, restless even. He could kill this game in ten minutes… But the midweek..."
The coach blinked, pulling his thoughts back to the present, and raised his voice.
"Second half — keep pressing, keep the energy high. Don't give them a sniff. If we do our job, the chances will come."
Lukas lowered his eyes, rolling the bottle lightly between his hands, but inside, his pulse quickened. He didn't need words — he knew the decision was coming.
As Toppmöller was motivating his team to go out for the second half and kill the game, Baumgart was doing something similar, and with the way the second half was about to go, it would seem his talk brought up fighting spirit in his team more than Toppmöller's at the home team dressing room.
Because the second it started, and Union Berlin came out swinging.
Right from the whistle to resume the game, the away team flooded Eintracht's half.
