"You think we can't win?!" The voice of the Egypt head coach boomed through the locker room, reverberating in the bones of all the Egypt players.
"Against Angola?! You think we can't win?"
"Come on!"
"If we can't win even against Angola, then what the hell are we doing here?"
"We may as well forfeit the 2nd half and admit defeat!"
"You, you, you!" He pointed at them. "Look at me!" He pointed at his face passionately. "We can win!"
"We're equipped to win!"
"We will win!"
"Don't give me any of that half-hearted nonsense in the 2nd half. I know you're trying your best, but today, your best is just not enough!"
"Go beyond your best, give me the impossible!"
"The impossible," he nodded. "Yes, that's what I want from you guys today!"
"Go out there and play the 2nd half like this is the final of the AFCON tournament, play like you're trailing behind in the final and you want to win!"