Facing Fernando's counter-snatch, Chen Zhong didn't rashly pass the ball out, because Atlético Madrid players were poised along his line, waiting for Chen Zhong to deliver the ball.
"Simão lost the ball!"
"Real Madrid's counterattack."
"Chen Zhong is advancing with the ball through the midfield."
"Fernando attempts to snatch the ball from Chen Zhong's feet."
"But he fails."
"Chen Zhong firmly protects the ball under his feet as he moves forward."
Flores pursed his lips; he now despised Chen Zhong because, like his players, he couldn't grasp Chen Zhong's intentions. Chen Zhong was no longer the player he used to know.
The old Chen Zhong, as soon as he got the ball, would immediately pass it to more creative players. His every action had a traceable pattern.
But now, it's hard to guess what Chen Zhong is really thinking.
