At first, Nottingham Forest's locker room was raucous, and everyone was busy resting or listening to music to relax. When Twain got up from the corner, the room calmed down again.
"In the first half... I'm not going to talk nonsense. The issue we have to solve now is not how to prevent Barcelona's offense, but how to score a goal."
When he said this, he turned to look at George Wood. Some people followed his eyes and turned to the back.
"George, you have to attack and defend as well. Is it too difficult for you?" Twain smiled.
George Wood shook his head. "It's okay."
"Okay?" Twain glared at him and asked, "What does it mean 'it's okay'? It's barely okay or easy enough?"
"Um..." George Wood thought about it. "When I return back to defend, I might have missed some chances because I was at the back. As for the other areas, it's nothing."
