Bagnoli spread his hands on the sidelines.
There was truly nothing he could say about that goal.
He really should have cursed his players for not closing him down immediately, but he also knew full well that even if someone had pressed him, they would only have been beaten.
Some players simply could not be understood through tactics.
Players with powerful shots generally were not very agile.
Lothar Matthäus could not dribble through tight spaces either. His was a wide-open, all-or-nothing style of play.
But Dejan Lu could unleash brutal long-range shots while also twisting and turning through the smallest spaces.
His power could be terrifying, yet even in a rush, he could control the ball down to the centimeter.
It was absurd!
Was there any point in blaming the players against an opponent like that?
His father used to call him useless all the time when he was young. If scolding people worked, he should at least have established himself at AC Milan after the youth team.
After thinking it over, Bagnoli still shouted onto the pitch, "Be more careful. Not conceding is the best thing we can do."
Those words sounded rather dispiriting.
But he believed his players could understand what he meant in this situation.
In the past, a narrow loss meant losing by one goal.
Now, against Sampdoria, Bagnoli felt that the definition of a narrow loss needed to change.
As long as they did not lose as badly as Real Madrid and could score one themselves, the team would have put in a very good performance.
"Enrico, get ready. If you score after coming on today, you'll start in the UEFA Super Cup," Boskov said with a smile, turning toward him in a good mood.
Chiesa was trembling as he stood up.
This was the