"Nice pass!"
The shout of a man rang out in the St Mary's training ground, barely audible over the constant sounds of ball striking turf.
There were twenty players total, divided into rondo groups and seriously working on their possession play.
The man who shouted earlier stood up from his crouching position and headed over to the winger.
He had a shaved head and a tactical obsessive aura, which looked even more exaggerated thanks to the stopwatch secured tightly around his neck.
"That was perfect, Adam. If you can keep the ball like this against the Leeds press, there will be no issues with us dominating possession at Elland Road."
The striker named Adam Armstrong let out a smile of appreciation, "Thanks, Boss. But shouldn't we be working on defensive transitions? They have that new kid on the wing after all."
