"If you ask me what my goal is, I can tell you with absolute certainty that we only have one goal: victory!
"To win at all costs, fearing no opponent!
"No matter who our opponent is or how strong they are, we must win. Otherwise, we'll be crawling out of Stanford Bridge like dogs!
"If you ask me, what gives us the right? What gives us the right to take a victory from here, at Stanford Bridge?"
Wang Shuo's gaze swept across everyone in the locker room like lightning. He clenched his right hand into a fist and pounded it heavily against the team crest on his chest, producing a dull THUD of flesh and bone.
"By our boiling blood! By the fact that we will bleed every last drop of sweat over the next forty-five minutes!
"Now, I ask you."
Wang Shuo stepped forward into the middle of the players, making eye contact with every single one of them.
