"It looks bad, but I've seen worse than this. No wonder why they never got qualified in the first place."
She wasn’t one to judge, not all that modest, but not having enough years on her to seem qualified to prone others about their faults. But with her keen gaze, she could see every movement of the team playing before her, knowing exactly why they weren’t doing so well in their match. They weren’t in sync with one another at all, their footing wasn’t agile enough, their attacks weren’t giving the appropriate power behind their shots, they weren’t calling out to one another. But worse of all, they were scared of the ball. She could see them flinch whenever the fall came their way, panic setting in their eyes, as most took the leap in order to attempt to receive it, or step out of the way entirely. It was an embarrassment.
“Unfortunately, I have to agree. They won’t get far if they don’t find some harmony, and work on their technique,” she simply said, not wanting to talk badly about people behind their backs. She’d rather do it to their face, so they could have a word of defense for themselves. But observations weren’t bad, critiques help not only her and her team grow, it might do the other good to see just where the other was going wrong as well, and coordinate her own team about the matter.