"Hey!"
Pogba handed Tang Ye a bottle of water. Tang Ye grabbed it and chugged it down, then quickly washed his hands.
March weather in Paris was relatively cold, but everyone had expended a great deal in this match.
That was just how clashes between strong teams went. The players had to run back and forth across every position, constantly busy.
"We're ahead now!"
Escribá and Mati were visibly excited. "Do you know what that means? If this score holds, then we'll be the winners of today's match!"
"The Champions League quarterfinals!"
Escribá took a few steps, his gaze sweeping across every player in the locker room. "Every player in every position performed very well in the first half, and the second half will be no different."
"Mbappé and Di María must receive extra attention!"
"Then there are their tactical changes in the second half. Mati and I discussed it—Pochettino may move Mbappé back to the wing, most likely the left wing. In that case, Neymar will most likely move into the middle..."
Colored markers moved back and forth across the tactics board as Escribá and the Borussia Dortmund players analyzed Paris Saint-Germain's possible approach in the second half.
"Phew..."
Several players could be heard breathing heavily in the locker room.
Clearly, compared to the first leg, the atmosphere within Borussia Dortmund was much better for the second leg.
While Escribá spoke, Mati stood beside him, watching the players.
He could see unmistakable ambition in the Borussia Dortmund players' eyes!
That was the truth. Although Escribá had not put pressure on the players by setting a Champions League target, they had to have aspirations!
"Come on, come on!"
Tang Ye gestured for everyone in the room to stand.
"Take down Paris Saint-Germain and go play in the quarterfinals. I don't