[EX-A-TEAM 1-0 B-TEAM.]
Below the halfway line, Lucas took a deep breath, watching the opposing team celebrate their first goal.
Arthur, the number 9, exchanged a few quick greetings with his teammates. The newly changed score reflected one-nil, but for Lucas, the game had only just begun.
They had already learned this: Team-B was much more organized than it appeared.
Raphael, with a somewhat forced smile, approached the middle of the pitch, tidying up his number 11 shirt, which seemed to stick to his body from the sweat. Still wheezing, the left-winger looked at Lucas and commented in a low voice:
"You know, they're playing with a kind of precision I didn't expect. I didn't think they'd give us so much trouble because they're part of Team B like all of us here on this side."
