"If Ma'el loses possession once, probably nothing would happen. But if you make a mistake, how many people's efforts go to waste?!"
He said a lot in a row, leaving Boas standing there, looking at him with a face of shock, as if he hadn't expected it.
However, the young Portuguese coach obviously wouldn't figure it out during this moment of bewilderment; he was just accumulating anger.
"Enough! He's already scored two goals, saying anything is pointless now!"
Boas threw up his hands and turned around; the main reason for his collapse was not knowing how to face Ah Bu later, besides Ma'el's influence.
When he turned his head and saw Lukaku's confused face, his mind was a bit scrambled... he seemed to remember he had asked this player to warm up, or maybe he hadn't.
He had!
A jolt went through Boas' mind. He placed one hand on Lukaku's shoulder and raised the other to call the fourth official to arrange a substitution.
