In Frankfurt, Germany, Mr. Palacio, Eintracht Frankfurt's manager could be seen sitting on a couch in the living room of his apartment.
He was sitting in front of the television with a cigarette slowly burning in his mouth.
The television wasn't on because he had gotten fed up with the news going around about the trashing they had received from league leaders Bayern Munich a few hours ago.
"They put nine goals past us and we couldn't even get one past them, when was the last time we conceded nine goals in a single match?" He said after bringing out the cigarette from his mouth and allowing the cloud of smoke to sip through his mouth.
It didn't take long before his phone which was on the table and turning his gaze to it he could see the name Mr. Gerd displayed there as the name of the caller.
'I wouldn't be surprised if it's a sack, my seventh loss of the season, a big humiliation.' The manager said before picking up his phone to pick up the call.
"Hello, Mr. Gerd."
