The second half started with a renewed sense of purpose, a shift in energy that was palpable from the first whistle. My words at half-time seemed to have hit home, to have cut through the doubt and the fear and the exhaustion.
We came out with a higher tempo, a sharper focus, and a collective determination to impose our will on the game, to show Inter that we weren't going to roll over, that we were here to fight.
The first fifteen minutes of the second half were a blur of relentless pressure, a wave of red and blue crashing against Inter's defensive wall.
We pressed higher, we moved the ball quicker, and we played with a swagger that had been missing in the first half, a confidence that came from knowing we were the better team, that we just needed to prove it.
