After Napoli's 2-1 eback against Inter Min, their momentum surged to its peak.

  On the field, every Napoli pyer gave it their all, relentlessly pressing and attag Inter Min, which put tremendous pressure on the opposition.

  Oatistic perfectly illustrated the situation on the field:

  From the 80th minute onward, Napoli managed a shot every two minutes.

  This meant that Inter Min's defense had pletely colpsed, and nothing they did could stop it.

  In the end, Mani had to make a desperate substitution, bringing on Cruz in pce of Burdisso.

  Yes, he tio bolster his defense.

  Clearly, Mani was deeply ed that his team couldn't hold on any longer.

  And his s wereirely unfounded. Even after Inter's substitution, the situation remained precarious. Inter's goal was stantly under siege, and Napoli's pyers only grew stronger, pushing even harder.

  Especially after Gao Shen repced Di Maria with Callejon, reinf Napoli's attack. The team showed a fierce determination and fighting spirit, determined not to look batil they scored anoal.

  But no one could have expected that just when Napoli's morale was at its highest, a fatal mistake occurred in the 91st minute.

  David Luiz, perhaps overe by the heat of the moment, made an ill-fated decision after receiving a back pass from a teammate. He chose to dribble the ball forward.

  Under normal circumstahis wouldn't have been an issue. Luiz had good footwork and teique, so dribbling forward wasn't out of the ordinary.

  But this time was different.

  As Stankovic closed in on him, Luiz didn't pass the ball, attempting io beat Stankovi the dribble.

  He mao get past the man, but Stankovi the ball.

  After intercepting the ball, Stankovic quickly sent a pass forward to Ztan Ibrahimovic.

  The Swedish striker, who had been quiet all game, used his strength to shove Bonucci aside after receiving the ball, sprinted into Napoli's penalty area, and when faced with the advang Handanovic, he calmly slotted the ball into the .

  A thunderous roar erupted from the entire Meazza Stadium!

  The crowd was ting Ibrahimoviame.

  2-2!

  Inter Min had equalized!

  …

  Gao Shen was stunned.

  Victory had been within his grasp, and now it had vanished like a mirage!

  "Is his brain broken?" Gao Shen shouted in disbelief, pletely enraged.

  There was nothing he could do about such a mistake.

  Unless he chose not to py Luiz at all.

  Not only Gao Shen, but the entire Napoli coag staff and all the pyers och were dumbfounded.

  Even David Luiz stood frozen, not knowing how to react.

  The head coach had spent a week carefully preparing; more than a dozen pyers had given their all on the field, and everything had been going perfectly. Thousands of Napoli fans were glued to their televisions bae…

  And it had all fallen apart because of one mistake!

  "He… is he out of his mind?" Lucas muttered with a bitter smile.

  Lucas had a close retionship with David Luiz, but even he couldn't excuse such a blunder.

  It was such a basic error!

  You're a tral defender. Sure, under normal circumstances, you dribble, pass, and even joiack if the team needs it. But how could you make such a reckless py in such a critical moment?

  Trying to beat an oppo one-on-one?

  Why not just fly to heaven?

  Lucas gnced over at Gao Shen, only to see him too furious to speak.

  Lucas wao say something in defense of Luiz, but the words wouldn't e.

  That idiot had messed up big time!

  …

  As the cheers of Inter Min's fans echoed through the stadium, Napoli's pyers quietly slunk off the field.

  They all hung their heads, looking as if they had just lost a final.

  In stark trast, the fans in the San Siro stands were overjoyed, and Inter's pyers seemed to have regaiheir spirits.

  This was the differen expectations.

  Before the game, if anyone had suggested that Inter Min would be thrilled with a draw against Napoli, they would have been ridiculed and torn apart by the media. Back then, their only thought was to win, perhaps even to win fortably.

  But now, they were genuinely eted to maintain their uen home record.

  Especially after being down 1-2, seg an equalizer felt like a victory.

  Napoli, oher hand, felt like a team that had lost everything.

  …

  Gao Shen stormed into the locker room, his entrance so sudden that it startled everyone ihe pyers felt a sense of dread settle over them.

  They had never seen Gao Shen like this before.

  For a long time, to the Napoli pyers, Gao Shen had always been kind and calm. Sure, he had disciplined pyers before, but never in a way that made him look like he wao tear someone apart.

  Without aowledging anyone else, Gao Shen's gaze locked onto David Luiz.

  The Brazilian's unmistakable hairstyle made him impossible to miss.

  "Tell me, David, why?" Gao Shen asked in a low, menag voice.

  David Luiz looked at his coach, eyes filled with guilt a.

  He had no idea what to say.

  But Gao Shen wasn't going to let him off the hook.

  "We have a whole team of people who have worked tirelessly for this moment. From st season to now, we spent aire week preparing for this match. All the pyers gave their best och. And now, because of one mistake, you've rui all. Tell me, why?"

  By the end of his words, Gao Shen was nearly shouting.

  The entire locker room was deathly silent. No one even dared to breathe too loudly.

  Everyoared at their coach, who was visibly furious. They couldn't help but remember what Lucas had oold them: when Gao Shen coached Real Madrid, he had trained Zidane and Ronaldo so harshly that even they had been afraid to look him in the eye.

  At the time, no one in Napoli had believed it, but now, they were seeing it with their own eyes.

  The kinder a person is normally, the more terrifying they bee when they finally snap.

  David Luiz was racked with guilt. It was written all over his face. Several times, he opened his mouth to say something, but each time, the words wouldn't e out.

  In the end, all he could manage was, "I'm sorry, boss."

  "Don't apologize to me! Don't say sorry! If 'sorry' fixed things, we'd be fine right now! But it doesn't, and you keep making the same mistake over and ain!"

  "I'm warning you, David, my patience is running thin. If you think we 't do this without you, or if you don't make the effort to ge, then I'm sorry, but her I nor Napoli needs a pyer like that!"

  With that, Gao Shen stormed out of the locker room, leaving everyone behind in stunned silence.

  Especially David Luiz.

  He had made mistakes before, but this was the first time Gao Shen had ever berated him so harshly—and in front of the eeam, no less.

  He was terrified!

  All the pyers were scared!

  They all knew how badly Gao Shen had wao beat Inter Min, so they could imagine how disappointed, angry, and frustrated he must have been. But none of them had expected him to speak so harshly.

  …

  Even the coag staff, Carlo and Lucas were puzzled.

  "Didn't you just say that a draw wasn't so bad?" Lucas asked in disbelief.

  After watg Gao Shen's outburst in the locker room, it was like seeing a pletely different person. He had scolded David Luiz like a tyrant. Even the coag staff had been taken aback by how fierce he was.

  "Yeah, a draw isn't bad," Gao Shen replied calmly. "But David Luiz o be scolded."

  "You're not actually mad?" Carlo asked, surprised.

  Gao Shen smirked, the ers of his mouth lifting slightly. "A bit of good ag, huh?"

  "You deserve an Oscar!" Lucas quipped, still shaken by the dispy.

  "David Luiz has all the attributes of a top ter-back: the body, speed, flexibility, teique, even passing and vision. He's got huge potential, but if he doesn't fix some of his bad habits, he's going to be very limited in what he achieve."

  Carlo, Lucas, and the others fell into quiet refle.

  They uood.

  The mao Shen scolded David Luiz, the more it showed he believed in the pyer and had high expectations for him.

  "But you really scared him," Lucas said with a wry smile.

  Gao Shen nodded. "Good. He o be scared, so he refle this. These kinds of issues only be fixed if he realizes them himself and makes the effort to ge. Otherwise…"

  A head coach isn't omnipotent.

  Not every pyer with potential will flourish under a coaown for developing talent.

  There are many plex factors involved.

  That's why youth development is such a high-risk area, and nurturing young pyers be fraught with challenges. Clubs like Real Madrid, Inter Min, and Bara prefer to spend big on mature or nearly mature pyers.

  Even if it costs them a fortuhey don't mind.

  Take Kaka, for instance. Did Real Madrid not rate him back then?

  Of course, they did.

  The problem was that Kaka was too young at the time, and they weren't sure if he'd adapt to European football. So they hesitated to buy him at a low price, allowing him to go elsewhere and prove himself. As he performed better, Real Madrid became more willing to spend big on him.

  This is how Florentino's Real Madrid operated.

  It's also why A preferred t ieran pyers rather than spending big on young, unproven talent.

  But Gao Shen truly hoped that David Luiz could ge.

  "Remember, let him figure it out himself. None of you are allowed to say a word about this," Gao Shen instructed seriously.

  Carlo, Lucas, and the others nodded in agreement.

  "Where are you going?" Lucas blurted out as he saw Gao Shen walking away.

  Gao Shen stopped, turned around, and smiled. "I'm heading to the press ference. Want to go for me?"

  Lucas frantically shook his head. Just the thought of fag the media reminded him of the press ference chaos back at Real Madrid.

  "Not a ce! That's not a job for humans!"

  "Be careful," Carlo warned. "They're all waiting for you out there."

  Gao Shen nodded, his expression resolute. "My pyer, I'll scold behind closed doors. I tear him apart if I o. But to the outside world… humph…"

  With that, Gao Shen strode off.

  Carlo, Lucas, and the others exged gnces and chuckled.

  Gao Shen was fiercely protective of his own.