After the first half of the game was over, Twain looked terrible and walked straight back into the locker room with his head lowered. He did not blame the players for their poor performance. He was upset about his bad luck.
Chelsea's equalizing the score really rendered him speechless. Even though there were so many players in the penalty area, Lampard's long shot went in.
He thought there was no threat to that reckless shot, but it ended up scoring a goal instead. How could his mood improve?
However, when he saw his players coming back one by one, Twain kept a smile on his face. He could not affect the players with his mood.
"You guys did a good job. We just had a little bad luck, that's all," he comforted. "We will still play like that in the second half. Score goals and score more goals. One goal is not enough." He wagged his index finger.
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