Standing on the sidelines, Emery's hairline was slightly receding, and the heavy forehead wrinkles made him look as if he was deeply concerned.
The fans of both teams in the stands had already started quarrelling, but the players on the field hadn't had a hard collision yet.
Emery couldn't hold back any longer. He glanced at Pellegrini, who remained calm and collected, and decided to act first.
Valencia's players, upon noticing Emery's signals, quickly began to carry out their planned attack on Real Madrid.
"Valencia has the ball!"
"Mata!"
"Chooses to pass back again."
"They're trying to draw Real Madrid out."
"But the Real Madrid players are very patient, no matter how Valencia's players try to lure them, they're unmoved."
"Hmm?"
Valencia's offensive play changed, with Mata and Silva switching positions, and Villa also leaving his predetermined spot, causing Real Madrid to be momentarily at a loss like bees swarming around.
