BXBX NOVEL Chapter 493: Personal differences
Chapter 493: Personal differences
"How is it my fault? You\'re the goalkeeper, you should have blocked him! So, why didn\'t you stop him?" another retorted, their voices rising with each passing second.
Some players were arguing in loud voices inside the Georgian locker room. While others were trying to resolve the issue.
The argument had started soon after they conceded the second goal, with tempers flaring in the heat of the moment. But fearing to cause a scene both parties involved in the disagreement had held back at that time.
However, now that they were inside the locker room, away from the eye of the public, it had escalated into an all-out confrontation.
The two involved in the debate were openly criticizing each other.
Giorgi Mamar, the goalkeeper, and Luka Locho, the defender who failed to stop Hiro, were at each other\'s throats. If not for their teammates intervening, it looked like it might have turned into a physical fight.
"You\'re just bitter because your girlfriend left you for me!" Luka snarled, his words hitting a
nerve.
Most of the players present there weren\'t strangers to the enmity between the two. So upon the mention of such a sensitive topic, they knew that things were about to get even more heated. Until a moment ago they were merely arguing because of each other\'s performance.
But now, things were starting to get personal.
So, quickly more players rushed to separate the two.
As for Georgi, upon hearing the mention of the bitch that left him for another guy, he became red with anger. Rage bubbled inside him like boiling tar while he shot daggers at him. He was like a volcano ready to erupt.
Forcing his way to him, he growled indignantly lunging at Luka, "You coward! You can\'t stop a single player and now you\'re bringing our personal issue. Just say that you aren\'t qualified."
If not for his teammate\'s intervention, he would probably knocked him.
"You bastard! You\'re talking as if you\'ve played so well. Don\'t forget that it was you who conceded two goals. Just quit goalkeeping if you can\'t even stop such simple shots."
Their personal grievance was starting to take a violent shift. And it didn\'t seem like either were willing to back away.
As for the ones who were trying to separate the two from confronting, they were growing increasingly tired. They could barely keep them away.
"Just what the hell is going on here?"
Willy yelled furiously, annoyed by the scene in the locker room. It hadn\'t even been that long since the end of the first half, yet his players were already causing a scene.
Their condition was already perilous enough yet his players were busy infighting. Do they not have a shred of professionalism in them? They were like a bunch of savages.
His growl was like the rumbling of thunder.
At once as his furious voice sounded, it startled many. At the same time, the locker room turned silent as players stopped their rumbling.
Then they turn to look at him.
Furrowing his brows, he stood at the door with bloodshot eyes, glaring at his players. Even the coaching staff behind him despite their evident agitation appeared much more docile than him. It was as if a demon had descended.
"What\'s all this fuss about? Is it because you are losing in front of your supporters?"
While speaking, his gaze turned to look at the players who stood out from the rest. The ones at the center of this mess. The ones responsible for the mess.
"Didn\'t I warn you two that your personal grievance shouldn\'t affect the team?" Willy said in a flat tone, glaring at the ones responsible for the mess.
"But it\'s..."
The two tried to retaliate. But before they could form their words, Willy raised his hands, signaling them to stop. He wasn\'t in the mood to hear their complaints. Since the two were good players he had given them the chance despite their grudges.
But at this moment, he couldn\'t help but doubt if he was wrong.
Sure, they were amazing players. But if all they did was to disrupt the harmony in the team why would he bring them along?
They were more of a liability than an asset.
Willy then rolled his eyes to Kvicha, the team captain, with a look of disappointment. "After Guram\'s dismissal, I trusted you. But you\'ve let me down."
He had vouched for Kvicha, believing in his leadership qualities. Now, he couldn\'t help but wonder if he had made a mistake.
Should I have appointed someone else as the captain?
As the reality of the situation sank in, Willy felt more disheartened than angry. How was he supposed to fix this mess? The team was in disarray, and the lack of unity threatened their chances on the field.
Meanwhile, in the Japanese locker room, the atmosphere was vastly different. With a comfortable lead, the team was in high spirits. Hiro, who had both scored and assisted in the first half, was the center of attention.
Despite some initial doubts about his ability to perform under pressure, Hiro had proven himself. His brilliant play had silenced any critics, earning him the respect and admiration of
his teammates.
Now, nobody could point a finger at him.
They could see that he was in a league of his own.
Hiro\'s confidence was soaring to new heights. Yet amidst the ongoing praises, he still couldn\'t afford to let his success get over his head.
And he was well aware of it.
So despite the praises, he stayed down to earth. After all, who knows what kind of tactic the opposing side would come up with in the second half?
The game had yet to be decided.
So, he couldn\'t celebrate early.
And there was that matter regarding his quest as well. He couldn\'t afford to lower his guard. Instead, he had to remain sharper than ever.
Then after a brief period of rest, players began to enter the field for the second half. For some reason, it appeared as if most of the opposing players were distressed.
Walking by their side, Hiro couldn\'t help but wonder.
\'Did something happen in their locker room?\'
It might be due to their performance in the first half that they looked different. But it wasn\'t
enough to justify their reaction.
So, it got him wondering when he saw their downcast faces.