Gertjan Verbeek stepped toward the tactics board, grabbing a marker. "Defensively, we stay compact. Henriksen, Martens, Elm—you three control the middle. No gaps, no easy passes for them. Every tackle, every clearance, make it count."
Elm nodded, his jaw set. Henriksen ran a hand through his damp hair, steeling himself.
Gertjan Verbeek's voice dropped slightly, but his intensity didn't waver. "If we get a chance, we take it. No hesitation. Brkić has been outstanding, but he's not invincible. Test him more and follow up on every shot."
A few players nodded, their focus sharpening.
Assistant coach Martin Haar chimed in, his voice gruff. "They think we're tiring. Prove them wrong. Make them suffer."
Gertjan Verbeek's eyes locked onto each player before he finally nodded. "Forty-five minutes. Give everything you've got. We're not leaving this pitch as victims."
He stepped back, exhaling. "Now go out there and show them who we are."
