[What's going on with Saint Es?]
[Hahahaha!]
[I told you we'd win easily. What are the United Arab Emirates going to use to play against us?]
[Didn't they say the vice president went to the locker room to see Tang Ye? Why didn't he use oil money to buy off GGBond?]
The homepage comments were filled with "awesome" and "great." With a one-goal lead in hand, Chinese fans were celebrating online as well.
Three hundred million versus ten million—this was how it should be played!
"Be more careful!"
After the celebration, Escribá gathered the Chinese players and stressed what lay ahead. "Stay alert, keep the pressure on!"
"They're not playing badly. We could be equalized at any moment! (English)"
Escribá spoke so loudly that even the United Arab Emirates manager next door could hear him.
"..."
The UAE coaching staff was rather speechless at Escribá's remarks.
The pressure had been immense at 0-0.
Now that they were leading 1-0, the pressure had somehow become even greater.
What the hell was China's coach doing?
"..."
The match passed the thirty-minute mark.
China had now taken the advantage in possession, but the concern Escribá had raised earlier was exposed at this point.
China's squad was undoubtedly stronger than the United Arab Emirates on paper, but their edge in possession was nowhere near as large as expected.
"Ah, this is what we mentioned before—hehe—the issue of squad coordination."
Tactics were Zhang Lu's specialty, so he naturally had to say a few more words when the discussion reached his field. "When we look at these Chinese lads, their individual ability isn't bad at all. But they should be producing better combinations, and they haven't. That's the problem China needs to solve right now."
"Coordination between players on the pitch is like communicating through walkie-talkies.