Club manager Li Zhe's mobile phone slipped from his fingers, and the screen fell to the ground with a "snap", and the cracked lines reflected his ashen face.
"Trash! They're all trash!"
Head coach Chen An kicked over the tactical board next to him and roared at the assistant coach next to him, spraying spittle in his face.
"What's the use of talking about this now? Wang Xuan's hand is injured and he really can't play!" The assistant coach covered his face and yelled back unwilling to be outdone.
"Hand injury? Do you think he has a hand injury? That's because his heart has been beaten away! Mud! Mud that can't hold up the wall!"
