"Stupid mistakes."
"Stupid arguments and yellow cards."
"What's going on? Just because we're already first in the group, does that mean we can treat this match like a boxing contest to kill time?"
Mourinho stood by the whiteboard, speaking in a strange tone while pacing back and forth. It was obvious he was very dissatisfied with the team's first-half performance.
"Blah blah blah, blah blah blah, blah blah."
"As I came in, I heard you guys discussing the recent match, discussing very intensely."
"But the first half is over; what were you doing during the match?"
Mourinho originally thought that Real Madrid Team was already a cohesive unit, but in today's game, he found that the whole team only worked together when serving Chen Zhong.
And when Chen didn't need something, they turned into a scattered mess. Mourinho looked towards Higuain, watched for a while, then turned his gaze to Benzema, sitting there quietly with his head down.
"Karim."
