"Yeah, this is finally over…" Bagas let out a deep sigh, somehow feeling relieved when he saw that the handshake was formed on Arfan's game. "After playing for three hours and 39 minutes, Arfan finally seals the deal, securing the win for the Indonesian team! It is a shaky performance, but the job has been done, so we cannot complain here."
Unlike in the past, when he would always try to hype up all the wins that the team achieved, this time, Sheva didn't bring the same energy. If anything, he sounded exhausted, and it was indeed the reality here.
On paper, Latvia was a weaker team than Indonesia. Only slightly, but they were still the weaker ones. So, of course, Bagas would expect a clean win, especially since they could fight tooth and nail against a far better country, and even won against Romania when they didn't have any business to pull that shit a few days ago.
