Domenech scratched his silver hair in frustration.
When he arrived, he had already anticipated this outcome. He had even mentally prepared himself for Djibril Cisse missing the World Cup.
Still, he couldn't help but hold on to a shred of hope.
After all, Chen Yu had performed so many miracles.
"Chen, we're just too unlucky," Domenech said, tilting his head back with a long sigh.
Before the tournament, he had been secretly thrilled. Most of the other powerhouse teams had suffered widespread injuries. Take the unfortunate England, for example. Germany, Italy, and Spain were in the same boat. Brazil and Argentina certainly weren't spared either.
France, on the other hand, had suffered no major injuries. He actually thought they had a real shot this year.
Yet, those other teams had sustained their injuries early and had ample time to heal. Only his team had the sheer bad luck to lose their starting striker to a severe injury right before departure. He felt entirely wronged.
