"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! In this fucking moment?! When I need all of my players to be healthy?! What the fuck is going on here?!"
Frohling didn't know how many times he'd cursed in the last couple of hours. If he were still a child and his mother were present, he was sure she would wash his foul mouth for it by now.
Still, the coach couldn't care less about that for now. No, even the win against Werder Bremen was far from enough to appease him, as his face was so dark with irritation.
The reason was simple. It all lay on a single sheet of paper in front of him, somehow carrying the whole weight of the team.
That was the result of the medical checkup for Omar Mascarell, as the captain had to be sent to the nearest hospital the moment he fell to the ground.
After reading it, though, Frohling could feel his stomach twisting, wondering what kind of a joke that the universe was trying to pull on him.
Omar Mascarell – 29 y.o. – 181cm/76kg
