An eerie silence lingered in the Betis locker room.
The players sat without uttering a single word, their expressions grim. The smell of sweat and the dirty stench of shocks wafted around the room. Yet none seemed bothered.
The atmosphere was grim and most could feel it.
Kang Joon-Seok wasn't an exception. He could palpably feel the grim atmosphere inside the locker room. The pressure inside was suffocating.
Frowning, he swept his gaze while covering his mouth.
He jumped his gaze from one teammate to the next, their expression grim. Their eyes looked dull and listless. More than anything they looked exhausted.
The sight around him wasn't a pleasant one to see.
'Will we be alright?' He couldn't help but ponder.
The sight around him worried him. The more he looked around him, the more he found it difficult to imagine them winning the game.
The first half had only ended.
Yet their expression was filled with defeat.
