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At the press conference, Pochettino and Son Heung-min sat together.

The former spread his hands and sighed a long breath.

"We could have won the game, or at least it would have been a draw."

"But I can't blame Lori, because I understand that Lori also wanted a victory. There is no difference between a draw and a loss, and we almost did it."

"In fact, we have provided other teams with a winning plan, which may not be perfect enough, but I think Mourinho should learn from it..."

"Our forwards performed well enough today, but it would be better if they were better. If we seize another opportunity, the result will not be like this, and luck is not on our side, but I still want to

Applause goes to Sun, Harry and the others."

…

"Sun, do you think you and Luo failed in this game?"

The reporter asked Son Heung-min a question.

Son Heung-min's eyes are obviously much calmer, not as confused and dim as before.

He said:

"I've tried my best."

"I didn't lose, at least I didn't lose tonight..."

"The only regret is that we lost the game."

"But I must also admit that even though I tried my best, I am still not as good as Luo Wu. He is simply too strong."

"His football talent is too high."

"I'm just human."

Son Heung-min.

Accepted.

He was defeated by Luo Wu.

He returned to the locker room and pondered over what Luo Wu had just said to him.

I was very angry at first.

But then he figured it out.

It's just that he's not on the same level as Luo Wu.

He can score goals and perform hat tricks, but that's it.

But Luo Wu is different. Everything he does is like a superb magician, he can do anything.

The scene was in an uproar.

I didn’t expect Son Heung-min to say these words.

The Korean reporters present were naturally very unhappy.

"Sun, do you mean to admit defeat?"

Son Heung-min looked up at the reporter.

"Technically and talent-wise, I did give in."

"But on the field, I will never admit defeat."
Chapter completed!