"Right now, this situation is absolutely detrimental to us. The longer it drags on, the worse it gets. It'll have an increasingly negative impact on your image and authority. If this drags on until the Golden Ball Award ceremony..."
Hearing this, Blatter's eyes widened, a trace of gloom flickering within them.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Blatter asked, looking somewhat defeated.
For the first time, this arrogant emperor of the football world felt a sense of powerlessness.
Valcke and Nichols exchanged a glance before the latter stepped forward.
"First, we need to quickly cool down public opinion. We can't let the media frenzy continue to brew like this."
Blatter let out a sigh and leaned heavily back in his chair.
"Alright, hurry up and come up with a plan!"
