They look out of synch.

He's seen enough. (Usually said when a baseball manager pulls a pitcher or when a basketball coach calls a timeout)

They're making a lot of un-forced errors.

They appear to lack consistency.

They have to generate some offense.

They're not playing to win - they're playing not to lose.

They're back on their heels.

They came out flat-footed.

They're on the ropes.

They have to get back into their offensive rhythm.

They're going to have to make some adjustments.

They've got to go back and re-group.  (Individual players are often encouraged to re-group, which makes as much sense as 110 percent.)

They'll have a lot to discuss at halftime.

They must maintain their composure.

They have to get back on track.

They have a tough road to hoe.  (The sports world has distorted the original cliche by replacing "row" with "road".  How do you hoe a road?)

They have to circle the wagons.

Their play is very tentative.

They don't have their heads in the game.

The Broncos left their game in Denver.

They've gone to the well once too often.

They're not out of it yet.

They're still hanging around.

We've still got plenty of football left.

They have to slowly chip away at this lead.

They won't go quietly.

No need to panic, there's plenty of time left.

Never say die.

They'll need some late-game heroics.

They can still try the "Hail Mary".

Well, stranger things have happened.

It ain't over 'til it's over.

It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings.

You can feel this one slipping away.

Looks like we'll have another team fall from the ranks of the unbeaten.

That score makes it respectable.

That's too little, too late.

This game is getting out of hand.

When it rains it pours.

That really took the wind out of their sails.

That could be the knock-out punch.

That was the back breaker.

There's the dagger.

That sealed their fate.

That's a nail in the coffin.

A lot of the faithful are heading for the exits.

Warm up the bus.

Their defense is getting shredded.

The wheels just fell off.

It's desperation time.

The roof just caved in.

Lights out.

They're self-destructing.

They ran into a buzz saw.

They're getting an old-fashioned woodshed whippin'.

The rout is on.

This is a real shellacking.

This is a train wreck.

This is turning into a real laugher.

This could get ugly.