"Hmm..." Twain tapped his nose. "You know, when the opponents scored the second goal, it didn't matter how we played in the end; the Forest team would be considered to have lost. You were injured, and George was sent off by a red card. In the second round, the Forest team will be down two main players. I don't have high hopes for the away game."
The Romani smiled. "Chief, when did you become so uncertain?"
"When we lost you and George."
"Me? I can't be that important, can I? Even if I can't play, there's still the Australian beast, the giant machine. And that Danish kid who always likes to show off. We have a strong forward."
"They are them and you're you. No one can be replaced by any others. The substitute can relieve your position, but they can't replace you. Without you, we're going to have a harder time playing for the rest of the season. But I think the team will persist till you're back. I didn't ask them to do that. It's what they want."
