The roar of the crowd faded behind the players as the Barca players disappeared behind the closed doors of Barça's dressing room.
Sweat‑slicked jerseys and heavy breaths filled the humid air, but there was no time to waste, the tactics board was already being adjusted by Coach Barron.
Coach Barron turned to face his squad, his eyes were sharp beneath his furrowed brows.
Barron placed one hand on the board as he spoke to the tired players.
"Listen up! We governed that equaliser, and the match is at a tie now, but we are still trailing behind. That final ten minutes exposed weaknesses, there was too many loose passes in midfield, too much space behind our full‑backs. We need to tighten up."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the players. Elian, still catching his breath, sat forward on a bench, a towel draped around his neck. He met Barron's gaze.
