"Inter are defensive," I began, my voice low and steady, trying to project a calm I didn't feel.
"Compact. Organized. We'll need patience. Movement. Creativity. Don't force it. Find the spaces. Trust each other. And remember - it's ninety minutes. A proper match. Don't burn yourselves out in the first half. Conserve your energy. Be smart. This isn't a sprint, it's a marathon." I looked at Eze.
"I'm ready," he said, his voice quiet but firm, his eyes meeting mine. I looked at Semenyo.
"Me too," he whispered, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and determination.
He looked like a kid who'd been told he was about to sit his final exams, fight a bear, and ask a girl to dance, all at the same time. Reece, our captain, stood up, his voice ringing out in the small room. "Let's show them what Palace is about. Let's show them what we're made of."
