"What was that!?" Conceicao lost his composure as soon as the doors of the locker room were shut and he unleashed his fury on his players.
Initially, he wouldn't have cared even if his team was losing 5 to nil at half time as he didn't have much hope from the game and had merely been doing his job, however, as the match began, it began to look like there was a chance and that allowed him to have some hope, but it didn't even take ten minutes for that hope to be completely destroyed again and now they were even farther back than they initially were.
"What defense did you put up against them! Huh!?"
"Coming into the match, I told you, our goal is to prevent them from sending the ball into the box because they have a good conversion rate, but whenever they were on the attack, you became floppier than flip flops and allowed the ball to just get past you,"
