Hiss~
The white spray hit the shoulder, slowly alleviating the pain. It was a sports freeze spray; the ingredients were unknown, but the effect was remarkable.
Schuster was explaining the next tactics on stage, heavily criticizing the team's timid play in the first half and frankly pointing out the reasons behind it.
Slow start was one aspect; worrying about the defense and not trusting Chen Zhong was another.
Arms crossed, he stood before the players, asking with doubt on his face, "Don't you want to lift the trophy at Bernabeu?"
"What we need to do now is simple; we still have a second half."
"Chen has already proven his ability, damn it, he even scored a goal, a beautiful goal."
"The opponent wants to lift the trophy at Bernabeu; they're defending desperately. If we let them succeed, it means our face will be trampled on the ground."
