"Ouf.....!"
On the coach's bench, Didier Deschamps' mouth stretched into a wide smile as he raised his arms high, almost being toppled over by his excited coaching staff.
"Semifinals! Deschamps! Semifinals!" Someone clutched his arm, adding a touch of joy to the scene, "We're entering the semifinals with Germany, Portugal, and Spain!"
"It's unbelievable! I feel like I'm dreaming! Who would've thought that after stumbling in several tournaments, we could stand at the pinnacle alongside them this time!"
"Ohhhh.....!" Someone roared and rushed forward, grabbing Deschamps by the waist and lifting him up, making the Basque man's red face flush even deeper.
Once on the ground, he also seemed eager to vent, turning to face the stands and throwing three punches like a farmer, "Oh...Oh...Yeah.....!!"
He shouted out all the pressure accumulated during this time, and also expressed his yearning for glory and the ultimate championship!
