Was there anyone who remembered the match that took place on May 10th? That week, everyone was in a fog. The players, managers, team doctors, and even the gatekeeper, Ian McDonald. Were they clear about the opponents they were about to face, and what kind of match it was?

Tang En sat in the home team manager's seat and looked blankly at the match happening on the field. His mind was completely muddled, and the ability to direct the team on the spot, which he was previously so proud of, had disappeared into some random nook or cranny, nowhere to be found.

The team was currently at a disadvantage, and was being utterly destroyed by the guest team, Sheffield United. The were completely unable to make any effective defensive or offensive advances.

The match can't go on like this, a voice from the depths of his mind said to Tang En. However, the voice appeared to be reverberating from a faraway place and was extremely illusory.

For the past week, the team had only done a few of the regu