In the visiting team's locker room, all the players were keeping their heads down, doing their own things. Schuster's low mood made everyone passing by instinctively tread lightly, even holding their breath.

Anyone could sense that Schuster was on the verge of "exploding."

"I think we need to be more cautious," Francisco whispered standing beside Schuster, "If we mention this now, I'm worried it will create a bad atmosphere."

"After all, no one wants to feel like they're being watched."

Schuster ignored Francisco, first kicking aside a bucket in his way, then walked to the whiteboard and started writing "bang, bang, bang."

This series of small actions caught the attention of all the players. Marcelo couldn't help but put his hand on Chen Zhong's thigh, and Chen Zhong without hesitation smacked Marcelo's hand away, making Marcelo let out a painful "Ah!"

Schuster, who was writing, stopped. He turned around and scanned all the players with a chilling gaze, standing in front of them like a lion king.

"Quiet!"

His voice echoed in the locker room. He glanced at the whiteboard, suddenly letting out a snicker, and then knocked the entire whiteboard to the floor with a "bang."

The silent locker room was once again filled with this spine-chilling sound.

"We're stronger than them, and if anyone disagrees, you can leave now."

No one spoke. Robinho couldn't help but swallow as Schuster's gaze fell on him, almost making him think his late-night mischief had been discovered.

"Why haven't we gained an advantage, and even look like we're about to lose this match?"

"Can anyone tell me? Anyone!" Schuster's voice gradually turned to a roar, "Royston Rich Drenthe!"

"I-I'm here, boss," Drenthe's voice was somewhat tense, as if he was about to turn from black to "white" upon being called out by Schuster.

"Are you a sissy, Drenthe?"

"I..."

"Shut your useless mouth! And let those useless legs have a proper rest!" Schuster directly interrupted Drenthe's babble, turning his head towards Baptista, saying, "You, yes, you, Baptista, you replace him. I hope you won't be like him, with legs as weak as a man who exhausted himself overnight, becoming a useless wimp on the field the next day."

Hearing Schuster's remarks, Drenthe couldn't help but look at Robinho, whose expression also turned ugly, realizing his last night's "fun" was discovered.

Sure enough, after giving Drenthe a lesson as a warning, Schuster turned his gaze to Guti and said, "Guti, you replace Robinho."

Francisco watched Schuster from the sidelines, surprised by Schuster's clever tactics, first using Drenthe as an example, then targeting Robinho after grabbing their weaknesses.

The players in the locker room realized there was an issue between Robinho and Drenthe, quickly understanding the key to the situation.

Just as everyone thought the lecture was ending, Schuster called Chen Zhong's name, walked up to him, looked down from above, and said, "I never knew you were such a gentle big boy."

Everyone's eyes fell on Chen Zhong. Watching Schuster, Chen Zhong stayed silent. Seeing Chen Zhong neither flinching nor shying away, Schuster's eyes showed a hint of appreciation, and he loudly expressed his demands from Chen Zhong in the locker room.

"You're too gentle."

"Too gentle."

"Do you know what my expectations are for you?" Schuster's deep voice echoed in the locker room. He looked around at every player, reaffirming that only Chen Zhong could achieve this.

"I want you to be like a hungry beast on the field."

"Full of aggression, fierce, making every player who faces you feel fear."

"When the attacking players face you, their legs will weaken, and you, standing in front of them, will feel like their dad."

"See those?" Schuster pointed to Baptista, then to Gago, "When a player gets past these two, you need to get in there first and show them what they're up against, then launch a counter-attack from the back, I know you can do it."

After finishing, Schuster looked at Francisco, who made a gesture of checking his watch, indicating that the halftime break was almost over. Schuster nodded, returned to the center area, and roared at all the players, "Go! Show them they're facing Real Madrid!"

"Hala Madrid!"

"Hala Madrid!!"

Chanting slogans, the players filed out. Francisco, after the players left, whispered beside Schuster, "I thought you were going to divulge everything just now!"

"I wanted to," Schuster said through gritted teeth, "but not now."

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