On November 27, Sheffield United welcomed their final match of the month.
They traveled to Bristol City's home ground, Ashton Gate Stadium, for a grueling away battle.
It was the last match of the month, and the players took it very seriously, stepping onto the pitch with a hunger for victory.
But the way the match unfolded was far beyond their expectations.
"A header on goal! Robert with the save! And there's a follow-up—Adomah is facing an empty net! Is he going to give Bristol City the lead? He's gone down! It was Ward's tackle after chasing back, and the referee has blown for a foul. A foul that denied a clear goalscoring opportunity—Ward lost his head there, he shouldn't have gone sliding in recklessly from behind! Red card! In the 11th minute, Sheffield United are down to ten men. This could be a turning point in the match!"
"Bristol City have been awarded a penalty kick. Pitman is stepping up to take it!"
The camera focused on Gareth Speed's face. He bit his lower lip, clearly rendered utterly speechless.
But things had already come to this point; blaming anyone now would not help.
"Evans, shift over to the right and cover Ward's position. Leave Bologanovic alone in the middle!"
He made a simple adjustment. "Bologanovic! Only push up when we attack. If there's no chance, drop back into midfield to defend. Understood?"
Seeing the other man nod, he turned and spoke again with Evans and Maël. "When he drops back to defend, the two of you tuck in toward the middle as much as possible. We have to hold the central area."
After doing all that, he returned to the coaching bench, took a sip of water, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and let out a long