Well, the players didn't know that they were being evaluated by Frohling. No, in hindsight, they should know about it, and yet, the guys chose not to care about the man for now. No, they had a more urgent matter on the pitch, which was to get back into the game after a humiliating goal earlier.
"Come on, Weston! We will rely on you." Omar Mascarell whispered lowly.
"Don't worry, leave the rest to me." Weston McKennie nodded; his scowl was visible. He was eyeing Morita so intently as if the Japanese midfielder had just killed his mother earlier. "He will not get away from this!"
FWEEE!
Soon enough, the referee finally blew the whistle, starting the game again. However, much to everyone's surprise, the three second-team players, Hofmann, Fabian, and Morita, backed down simultaneously, letting the main players charge forward first.
