"How could this happen."
Moratti stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, hands on his head, muttering in disbelief.
'How long has it been since we scored? And now the game is tied?'
'The key was that they were supposed to throw the game, so what's the deal with Bohusky? If I remember correctly, that Czech has been incredibly active in the midfield since the match started.'
"Cooper, that bastard."
Moratti angrily slapped a hand on the glass.
He doted on his players like a loving father, but cursing out the coach was his signature move.
Inter's record this season wasn't bad, but Moratti was still deeply resentful of Cooper.
The guy had no idea how to use his midfield. They dominated weaker teams, but against strong opponents, it was always a loss or a draw. It felt like they never had a tactical advantage, and even when they won, it was purely thanks to the individual skill of Ronaldo or Vieri.
