Upon witnessing this scene, Mourinho closed his eyes, turned around, and displayed a composed demeanor.
He knew, it's alright.
Even though the shot didn't go in, it would massively boost Real Madrid's morale and make Atletico Madrid walk on thin ice.
There's a saying in football.
One-goal lead is the least secure...
"It hit the crossbar!"
"De Gea didn't touch the ball."
"The ball hit the crossbar on the way down and bounced out."
"De Gea got hold of the ball before Kaka."
"He must have been scared out of his wits by Chen Zhong's shot."
"No worries, stay calm, only 11 minutes have passed, there's still time."
Chen Zhong wasn't too concerned about not scoring. He clapped his hands vigorously, loudly shouting the names of the Real Madrid players around him, boosting the team's spirit, while the players eyed Atletico Madrid's players fiercely in response to Chen Zhong's shouts.
Their gazes were extremely aggressive, as if saying!
