"Why not..."
"Alright, alright."
Huang Kaiwen, with an arm around each of them, said with a mix of amusement and exasperation, "This isn't really something to brag about, so let's not fight."
"Kevin, didn't today's game feel a bit awkward?"
Mourinho came over, squeezing past Cech to ask.
Boas glanced at Ramos, standing still as he handed a towel and water bottle to Huang Kaiwen.
"Not too bad, but Juventus's tactics are really something."
Huang Kaiwen said while wiping his sweat.
This tactic of allowing him to attack, but not entirely, made Huang Kaiwen quite uncomfortable.
When dribbling, he'd face a lot of harassment, and near the penalty area, he was noticeably tired.
With teammates heavily marked and unable to find someone to coordinate with, he had to cut in himself more often.
"I'll make adjustments in the second half and try to settle them in one go."
Mourinho said, patting Huang Kaiwen's shoulder.
"Alright, coach."
Back in the locker room.
