"Ah....."
At the Sheffield United coaching bench, Garrispeed grimaced in frustration, surprised that it was Ma'el who turned this outright defeat into a crushing blow.
There's a significant difference between losing 0-3 and 0-4; it brings about different feelings.
He shook his head as he returned to the substitute bench, grabbed a bottle of water, took a sip, and anxiously watched the field, afraid that Arsenal might pursue more goals in the final moments.
While drinking, he noticed Jorson biting his inner lip, trying to suppress a laugh, his body slightly shaking as if he was holding back his emotions.
"Uncomfortable, isn't it?"
Seeing his friend like this, Garrispeed couldn't help but tease: "Knowing today it would have been better to take a rest and let the new physical ability coach sit in your place this season.
"Watching such a stunning goal at home, you could have celebrated without restraint."
