"Come on, Taki! Don't shy away from collision!"
"What the fuck, Yamada?! Where the hell do you think you are passing the ball to?!"
"Come on! Back down! Back down! Don't rush things up, try to play the tempo first!"
It had been ten minutes since the game began, and much to no one's surprise, Jubilo Iwata managed to control the game pretty early. Their trio of midfielders, Adailton, Yoshioki Ota, and Daigo Araki, sure knew how to dominate the midfield.
Hell, it was such a strange thing to be seen. Those three didn't look like they were quite strong. Hell, their posture was just around 170 to 175 cm, not that tall for a midfielder. Yet, here they were, dictating where the ball would go with a quick-pass play that made the Young Samurai midfielders run around in circles like a bunch of headless chickens.
