It was silent in the locker room, and Twain stood among the group of players. He looked at each of them, and they stared back wordlessly. He was the backbone of this team.
"Do you really want to win?" Twain asked. It was a rhetorical question. He raised his hands in front of his chest and bowed his head to signal for everyone not to speak.
"Very well. From now on, forget all of what I just said! Forget those d*mn words like 'give up the league tournament' and 'go home and sleep.' Let's set up the tactics we'll use against Arsenal in the second half..."
"We're definitely going to win this game. A draw is unacceptable. We've given it our full effort, and we need to be rewarded. So, we don't have to consider defensive counterattacks..." Twain began writing on the board. He looked back to see everyone still standing and hurriedly waved for them to sit down.
