Kapitel 867: Countermeasures

In the dressing room, Nottingham Forest's players were resting on the bench. The latter part of the first half was not the best period they played, so nobody was in the mood to chit-chat. For a moment, there was just the sound of heavy breathing in the changing room.

Twain did not speak either. He had his back turned to everyone while he stared at his tactical board and fell into deep thought. He imagined the tactical board as Bernabéu stadium and replayed what happened in the first half on the board.