"Phew..."
Richard exhaled as he breathed in the cool night air before turning to O'Neill.
"Let's chat while we walk," he said, giving the other man a pat on the shoulder.
O'Neill didn't move. He pointed first to the north, then to the south, before asking, "Which way?"
Richard raised his head and looked at the path, covered with fallen, withered leaves. "Let's just take a casual walk along this path."
During the summertime, this path would always be sheltered by thick trees, preventing the sky from being seen.
Richard then turned toward O'Neill. "Martin, we've had a great rapport this season, and I'm confident we'll continue to do well next season—and in the future.
Now he brought up the issue.
O'Neill hesitated. To be honest, since yesterday, and even now, he had been pondering the uncertainties of his future—especially regarding the current problem with the FA referee. He had to admit, he didn't know what to do.
