"For fuck's sake!" Hiroshi, probably the one with the mildest temper in the team, entered the locker room with an explosive temper, catching everyone off guard. "Why is it so hard to seize a goal here?! We control the midfield, damnit! How could their defense be this tight?! Who are they trying to impress, the fucking national team?!"
If it were any other occasion, there would be laughter already, as it was quite funny to hear such an innocent boy cussing so loudly like this. However, Hiroshi always took football seriously, and this was one of the moments where he snapped and vented out on everyone.
This was the break after the first half was over, and right now, all the players were gathering around the table in the middle of the room, some of them still wiping sweat from their faces while the others were taking a quick drink due to the exhaustion today. However, the consensus here was the same; they all waited for Kumiko to make her move.
