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Seated in their seats with a seemingly dull and lifeless look in their eyes, none of the players appeared to be in the mood for bickering about each other's mistakes.

Hiro, himself who was currently helping Shun with his muscle soreness by applying patches to help him relieve his pain was in no mood to point out the flaws of his teammates. After all, he wasn't in a better position himself to say anything to his teammates.

Well, it wasn't particularly his fault but still, he had no achievement under his name until this point of the match to support his voice.

Hence, with none of the players speaking a word, the air around the room was rather heavy.

Just then manager Haruki and his coaching staff entered the room. The moment they entered the room and experienced the dull atmosphere in the locker room, most of the coaching staff couldn't help themselves from frowning.

Narrowing his eyes on the players who appeared to be in much more desperate condition than the rest, Haruki as he swept his gaze across the locker room, sighed internally after finding out about the number of players who appeared demoralized.

Unable to see such a miserable sight, he then tried to roll his eyes away. But then again, he couldn't bring himself to do so.

He knew that they were giving their best. And he had already expected such scenes but still visualizing and experiencing the actual moment felt completely different. But more than anything else, these players here needed his help at the moment.

He couldn't deny that it felt extremely horrendous to experience this moment. Yet still, he couldn't afford to go soft on his players, despite their situation.

Being the manager of these players, no matter what, he was required to take responsibility for his players. He had to do something to uplift the morale of his locker room.

Talking about strategy, however, was out of the picture for the moment. After all, what use would the strategy be if his players couldn't even execute his strategies well?

But just as he was about to step forward to speak, assistant coach Kazan beat him to articulating his words first.

"Good job guys"

As he heard those words of praise coming out from the foul-mouthed Kazan, manager Haruki couldn't hide his surprise as he jolted his gaze towards Kazan and looked at him with his eyes opened wide. However, the next words from Kazan relieved him.

"By playing such magnificently, I'm sure you all will take us out of the group stage with ease. No, no... Not only group stage, but you'll take us out of the whole tournament"

Kazan's words were extremely harsh. It was like a sharp dagger shot towards their heart. However, the tone of his voice and the way he spoke those words, totally contradicted the meaning he was trying to deliver.

Not even a tinge of anger could be found in his voice. Instead, of sounding like harsh criticisms, it sounded more like words of praise.

Hearing those words, many of them felt like their heart was bleeding. And those sarcastic words of Kazan weren't least bit helpful to ease their already tense mood. In fact, it made them feel even more worthless.

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Compared to the scene at the locker room of Team Japan, the scene at the locker room of Team Poland was rather chaotic and noisy.

"How could you not even score a single goal by now? Their whole formation was a mess and yet you can't score a single goal? And now don't give me some lame pathetic excuse about their keeper preventing you from a goal"

Sounding extremely furious, the manager of the Polish side yelled as he furiously stomped his feet on the floor, radiating a threatening aura of someone who was going berserk.

Just like docile lambs in the presence of the shepherd, players of the Poland u17 team listened to the rumbling of their coach with their eyes looking at their feet.

Most of them were so scared at the moment that they were literally trembling. At the same time, some of them didn't appear to care at all.

Even so, the manager of the Polish side wasn't willing to cut some slack on his players. Moreover, the more they remained silent the more he exploded at them. Pointing out almost every single player who wasn't playing well according to him, he complained as he demanded improvement.

And the players who were powerless in front of their coach stayed put as they listened to the nagging of their coach.

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"With the score tied, it's anybody's game. But if Japanese players continue to play like how they played in the first half, it's quite likely for the Polish team to come out as the victor."

While the commentator was expressing his opinions, players of both teams walked out of the tunnel for the second half of the match.

Strangely enough, both sides seemed rather sharp. Even the nervous players of the Japanese team contrary to their appearance in the first half, appeared quite riled up.

The moment players walked out of the aisle, the audience welcomed them back on the pitch with a thunderous sound of applause.

The Polish players, just like in the beginning appeared rather loud, almost as if they were intentionally trying to appear noisy to get into the heads of the Japanese players.

Hiro and his teammates, however, unlike before completely ignored them this time as they all trod towards the field without paying any heed to the mocking remarks made by the opposing side.

Well, not that they understood them in the first place,

Even in the beginning, the sole reason why they were affected in the first place by the mocking remarks of the opposing players was because of their fears. But now after going through the talk that took place in the locker room during that 10-minute break, they couldn't afford to be affected by those baseless taunts of the opposing players.