"As we know, our next twenty minutes are the most important of the season. While we have never really beaten Real Madrid, we cannot afford to fear them at this moment. Especially since we have finally made them bleed." Michel stated, moving his gaze over his exhausted players who were hydrating during the cooling break.
"That being said, I will be sending out our final instructions for this match."
He spun the whiteboard around, revealing a chaotic drawing of arrows pointing directly at the space behind Antonio Rüdiger.
Rio felt like closing his eyes, feeling a lump of anxiety crawl up to his throat.
Rio felt his body flood with nervous energy after seeing his name circled in red marker.
He quickly turned to Mateo who was grinning ear to ear and sweating buckets, and the two shared a frantic nod.
However, Rio didn't want to be overconfident so he kept his voice down, lest he jinx the miracle they were trying to pull off.
