"Hey! Hey!"
Inside White Hart Lane, Redknapp called Kyle Walker over to his side, exasperatedly saying, "You need to give him a few steps, don't think you can catch up just because you're fast.
"As a defender facing an attacker, you're at a natural disadvantage, see if those two goals had anything to do with you?"
Kyle Walker stood next to him, confused, hands on hips, having forgotten to even nod, just turning his head around cluelessly, eyes out of focus.
"Hey!" Redknapp shouted and gave him a heavy slap to snap him out of it, making him suddenly aware of the muggy, oppressive atmosphere on the field, quickly nodding.
"I asked you about his characteristics, but why did you miss a few?"
Redknapp's expression was quite pained; he had a horrible feeling, like he had eaten something awful, having confidently assured the media beforehand, only for Walker to let Ma'el go twice.
"I don't know."
Deep suspicion lay in Kyle Walker's eyes, doubting not only Ma'el but also life itself.
