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Mesmerized by the tactics that Diego had come up with, he was hooked by those changes made in their previous formation.

Those changes although they didn't seem groundbreaking still pinpointed almost every single flaw in their game against Senegal. If only those changes would have been made earlier, they might not have lost so miserably.

And going through those tactics, Gonzalez could tell that the performance of their team could increase drastically if they could execute it perfectly without fail.

"It's brilliant but you'll be pushing aside Claudio" Gonzalez answered, sounding rather worried.

Though he believed that these changes would help his team win, he was also worried about the strife that it'd bring along with it.

Especially, the matter regarding swapping the position of one of their starter, Claudio Echeverri, and bringing Mateo in his place who until now was playing as a substitute.

Claudio being one of their main man definitely wouldn't agree with the changes. And being a coach, he had to consider every factor before making any changes.

"We'd have more use of him in the frontline than in the midfield" Diego answered without any hesitation.

It seemed that Diego was adamant about making such changes and nothing would change his mind.

"And I believe that he'll have more impact that way" Diego concluded.

Giving in to Diego's persistence, Gonzalez let out a soft sigh before submitting to his will, "Well, you're the coach"

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Spreading its warm rays while casting several shadows across the vast landscape as the sun made its appearance, slowly the velvety layer of dark canvas that was veiling the sky started to lift and a beautiful scene full of orange and pink hues unfolded in the once dark and ominous sky.

At this time, a bunch of silhouettes could be seen moving alongside a certain grassy field.

Those silhouettes belonged to the Argentinian players who right now were running laps around the field and were in the middle of their morning training.

From the sidelines, Diego alongside his coaching staff was keeping watch on his players.

As the players approached closer to him, he took his whistle out of his pocket. Trapping the whistle between his lips, he then blew it loudly.

Beep!!

It was a signal for the players to gather around Diego.

And, upon hearing the sound of the whistle, at once all of the players increased their pace as they dashed towards Diego, heeding his call.

Making an arc around Diego, they then gathered around him, awaiting his command to kickstart the morning training.

"Ahum...," Diego harrumphed and said, "It's been two days since that match and I'm sure you all must be wondering why I haven't spoken anything regarding that matter until now, right?"

Exactly as mentioned, Diego hadn't spoken anything regarding their loss until now which had left everyone on the team wondering. But now that he mentioned the topic of their loss so abruptly, they were left rather perplexed by the timing.

Why mention it now? Shouldn't we be discussing about our tomorrow's match? What's the point of mentioning that now?

As they heard Diego's statement, many of them couldn't help but think so.

And, they weren't wrong to think such as well. After all that's happened has already happened, instead of worrying about the past that has passed, it would be better to focus on the matter at hand.

Though, they had several thoughts which greatly contradicted the topic their head coach was about to present, none of them actually dared to speak their mind. They just kept their mouth shut and stood there waiting for the talk Diego was about to present.

Diego was no mind-reader but he could tell that they weren't eager to listen about their mistakes now when they had another game in hand. However, it didn't matter to him since he wasn't going to criticize their play in the first place.

"It's because you all played so awfully that I didn't even feel like talking about it. And, I'm still not going to talk about that match. Instead what I want to talk about is the changes we've come up with so that we won't repeat the same mistakes" Diego outrightly criticized every single one of them and sternly announced his decision without giving a shit about anybody's feelings.

At once, his decision caused an uproar as the players started becoming noisy, expressing their dissatisfaction regarding that abrupt decision of their coach.

"But coach, we're in the middle of a tournament?"

"What if it backfires? We've got only two matches and if we lose even one, we might as well say goodbye to the tournament"

"Yeah, why change now?"

Beep!!

While they were grumbling, Diego blew his whistle forcefully to silence them.

At once upon hearing the shrill sound of the whistle, everybody came to a pause as all of them stopped their grumbling. It would have been otherwise if any of them had enough influence to cause him to change his decision but none of them were of that caliber yet.

Thus, nobody had the guts to challenge the authority of Diego.

Being the person with the highest authority in this team, they had to do whatever he told them. If he ordered them to run laps, they run without any complaints.

If he told them to shut their mouth, they shut their mouth. Anybody who dared to speak against him would be challenging his authority and would only put himself in danger.

After all, he had the authority to bench them or drop them. It would only do them good as long as they didn't fall out of favor with him.

Thus, as the cacophonous sound of Diego's whistle chimed in, what followed was an eerie silence where only the sound of the collective breathing could be heard around them.

Sweeping his gaze across the players, he spoke in a rather gentle tone, completely different from what the players were expecting, "There won't be many changes and it isn't an entirely different approach either. In fact, many of you are already familiar with it. So, don't worry unnecessarily. Just play freely like your usual self and have fun on the field"