Felix was the first to react. The midfielder, who usually seemed like an unshakeable fortress, was clenching his fists. He looked at Lucas, his expression a mixture of doubt and determination. "Do you think we still have a chance? Without Denis, they're suffocating us."
"Chance?" Lucas replied, holding Felix's shoulder firmly. "We are the chance. You're the pillar of this midfield, Felix. Our captain. I need you to trust your game. If you give in, the rest falls apart. But if you fight, we'll all fight."
Felix took a deep breath, the words penetrating his insides. He knew Lucas was right. He was the team's shield, the balance between defense and attack. "All right," he said, more to himself than to Lucas. "Let's do it."