The team had taken such a big lead in just the first half that he abandoned the idea of bringing on Mbappe and Bernardo Silva in the second half. He planned to let the two rest more to prepare for the more important matches to come, and both of them agreed.
The atmosphere in the locker room remained harmonious and joyful.
The atmosphere in Marseille's locker room was anything but harmonious; it was rather somber that you could almost hear the players' sweat dripping onto the floor.
The head coach was giving a pep talk, but everyone's minds were blank; they were completely stunned by Monaco's performance.
Before the match, they knew that Monaco would be a tough opponent, but the two teams had played each other before and the match wasn't necessarily that difficult. However, today's game made them feel like they were being crushed by their opponents.
Putting aside the opponent's sharp attack in the frontcourt, their impenetrable defense alone made it hard for them to breathe.
Thauvin, in particular, had three shots in the first half. He thought each shot was of good quality, but the ball was always saved by that annoying yellow monkey goalkeeper.
He had just been provoked by the other party, and he really had the urge to punch them.
"Guys, what's wrong with you? It's only three goals down, are you really going to give up like this?"
"Think about our predecessors, what were they like when they were behind?"
"Please tell me loudly, what are you?"
"Coward?"
The players looked at each other, and suddenly their hearts felt lighter.
They all raised their heads, exhaled a breath of stale air, and said, "No, we are Marseilles!"
"We are Marseille!"
The loud voice echoed throughout the locker room, drawing the attention of those outside.
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