Ferdinand shook his head helplessly.

"Mourinho expects to use defense to win, but this is no longer the case last season."

"There haven't been a few games this season where we were defensively good."

"well!"

"Just ten minutes of good football."

Ferdinand hated the kick.

"Matic's end still had an impact. Fellaini was just like a wooden stake, useless!"

The camera turned to Mourinho. Mourinho turned around and kicked a mineral water bottle away from the turf.

He could only vent his anger on the mineral water bottle.

His players had forgotten the tactics he had been told so many times. If Rashford and Martial had just come back in time, would the ball still have been there?

Is it really hopeless?
Chapter completed!