"I don't know what else I need to do, for fuck's sake!" Frohling groaned, having a headache whenever he thought about the team's current situation.
"I mean, I don't even know what Higo did that is so different than Fahrmann! The defensive line is still the same, and yet, their performance was way worse without Higo on the back, fuck! Do they hate Fahrmann that bad or what?!"
It was the day after the game was over, and like the usual, Frohling spent the first 30 minutes of his day moaning and complaining about his difficulty managing the team.
Not that Waldoch had any room to defend the team, of course, since the last two games had been quite disastrous for the whole organization.
After only conceding 16 goals in 24 and a half games that Higo played—Yeah, a half, as half the time when he defended the team against Dortmund was still being counted—somehow, the team crumbled instantly, conceding 10 goals in the last 210 minutes on the pitch.
