The second half began like an explosion after a long, burning fuse. No more chess. No more waiting. Both teams charged out of the dressing rooms with fire in their legs and something close to fury in their hearts. Whatever had been said during halftime, on both ends, it had worked. The match transformed, right in front of everyone.
Gone was the tactical caution of the first half. Now, this was open war. A wide-pitch brawl, a game no longer about containment but domination. Milan came out pressing hard, showing their teeth again, but Lecce didn't shrink from the challenge. They met it with steel in their bones and energy in their boots.