"COME ON! MOVE FORWARD!"
"AK! DON'T WORRY ABOUT THE DEFENSE! MOVE TO THE BOX!"
"THOMAS! BE MORE AGGRESSIVE! TRY TO GET CLOSER FIRST!"
At this point, Dortmund's head coach, Lucian Favre, was so tense, instructing all of his players to rush forward. He was sweating like bullets, cursing inwardly whenever he saw the referee checking on his watch.
It was as if the death god itself was counting how much time he had till he met his end, laughing secretly at how futile his struggle was to save himself right now.
Somehow, the panic could be felt among the players as well, and this only made them rush things up to get the ball into the box as quickly as possible. However, it had to be admitted that with more numbers in the box, every single cross became way more dangerous than necessary, giving all the Schalke players a heart attack.
