"Haha." Ma'el chuckled and shook his head, "I just have a lot to say today; I might not be like this later."
Deschamps walked with Ma'el towards the locker room, shaking his phone slightly, "That was just a call from Legrain. He kept asking if I've made up my mind, and I told him very seriously that I have.
"Legrain might feel a bit helpless, but he has to support me because he promised I could decide everything about this team."
He patted Ma'el on the arm and suddenly cackled, "Are you ready? The storm is getting bigger, and the pressure war is coming."
"Of course." Ma'el shrugged indifferently and firmly said, "Regardless of the pressure, we have no choice but to win, just keep charging forward."
"Haha..." They both laughed together, accepting everything openly and focusing on the next match.
This is just a small storm. As long as they keep winning on the main front, what do they have to worry about?
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