บท 377: A Starry Night Part 2

On the day of the game, half an hour before the kickoff, in the visitor's locker room at the Bernabéu stadium, Twain stood in the middle of the spacious locker room. "Does anyone here think Real Madrid is invincible?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"That's right. They just lost to Barcelona, and lost miserably," Twain said sternly. "So, we have nothing to be afraid of from Real Madrid."

Ribéry stood up and said with a look of confusion, "Boss, we didn't say we were afraid."

Laughter broke out in the locker room. Someone even whistled gleefully.

Twain gave Ribéry a glare. The French kid had just ruined the stern atmosphere he had tried to set up. He cleared his throat to conceal his embarrassment. But the laughter in the locker room did not stop for a while. So he kept quiet and waited for the boys to stop laughing.

As their laughter subsided, Twain continued to speak. "Alright, had enough laughter, boys?"