"Come on, Mamoru! We are relying on you!"
"Tagawa, don't you dare play around! Get serious, our long ball will go to your head!"
"This is our chance to counterattack! Don't let this slip so easily!"
Looking at the excited Japan team, even the young Italy team couldn't help but feel intimidated here. They saw the two new players on the pitch, and based on the team's reaction, they could guess that those two were hidden weapons getting prepared to face them.
"What should we do, Delli?" Someone suddenly asked Tripaldelli, the team's captain.
The boy didn't give an answer immediately, turning his head to the bench. There, he saw the coach make a subtle signal, and he gave a nod to the man. "Calm down a little bit and don't go too far from your own territory. I will see how dangerous that number 20 is, and Giorno will mark that number 9. If they are easy to get neutralized, we will be back with our tempo again."
"If not?"
