Lukas looked up immediately. "Yeah," he said, without hesitation. "I'm good."
The medic glanced up. "He's taken a knock," he said, calm and professional, "but there's no instability. He can continue."
Toppmöller didn't say anything right away. He just held Lukas's gaze for a moment longer than necessary.
"You tell me if it changes," he finally said.
Lukas nodded once. "I will."
Toppmöller turned back to the group.
"Look at each other," he said. "This is it. These are the moments you remember. Play with courage. Play with intelligence. And whatever happens, we walk off that pitch knowing we gave them everything."
He stepped back. "Together."
"Together," Trapp echoed immediately.
"Together," Koch followed.
One by one, the word rippled through the group until it was no longer just a word but a rhythm.
