Soon enough, the referee finally came into the locker room, breaking the awkward and tense meeting inside. He didn't need to say a single word, as his presence alone was enough to announce that the second half was about to begin.
After talking so much in this short break, Frohling took a big sip of water from his bottle. His face was drenched in sweat, and his pale face was so red from the blood rising to his brain.
"I have said all the necessary things here, and I don't need to add more here." He took another deep breath, saying in a calmer tone. "I just want to emphasize that even if we cannot win, we still have to show that we are a stronger team! Not scoring a goal can be a factor of luck, but at least, we cannot slack off even for a second on the pitch, do you guys understand?!"
"YES, SIR!"
