Also concerned about Allen's situation is Lynch.

He immediately flew in Allen's direction, and at the same time, Ireland's batter Connolly followed.

Connolly's Bludger flew through the air and headed straight for Allen's head.

Alan deftly drifted and dodged the ill-intentioned Bludger.

Connolly's striking skills were excellent, and he chased after him.

At this time, Lynch also caught up.

However, to Allen's surprise, he didn't go after the Golden Snitch, but blocked Allen's castration.

Allen was forced to reduce his speed.

In just a moment, the Golden Snitch disappeared without a trace again.

"England score!" exclaimed Bagman as the England fans sighed.

Although the fans are still sad, this is finally a little comforting.

Allen difled the batsman's attention, which helped the other teammates to score on the break.

The game became stalemate, and whenever Alan spotted the Golden Snitch, the opposing batsman would always fly over and join Lynch in stopping it.

Allen knew it in his mind, and it seemed that they would rather win by scoring goals than by catching the Golden Snitch.

Indeed, Allen's excellent flying skills and the frequency of spotting the Golden Snitch made the Irish team members secretly frightened.

They are desperate to chase the Quaffle and want to win by a big score.

However, every time Allen spotted the Golden Snitch, they had to go after them, and England got another chance to score.

The score gap between the two sides was sometimes large and sometimes small, like a wave, undulating.

Therefore, the Irish team can only be an idea if they want to pull the score gap to more than 160 points.

The two sides of the game fought very fiercely, and everyone went back and forth, and they all fought with all their might.

At the moment, Ireland are 90 points ahead of England.

"It's about to break 100!" said Troy of the Irish team, looking at his sweaty teammates, secretly calculating in his heart.

Gradually, his eyes became firm.

He carried the Quaffle, no longer dodging, and burst out at the fastest pace since the game, heading straight for England's goal.

England's batsmen, George and Nat, sucked the Bludger at Troy and tried to stop him.

"Troy—oh my God!" Bagman shouted in horror in a loud voice.

It is not so much that George's hard blow really hit Troy, but that Troy, with an indomitable and heroic momentum, struggled to swing the bat and hit the Quaffle at an extremely tricky angle.

He secretly decided that he would try his best to get a little wounded and win this morale-boosting key for Ireland.

"Good ball - Goooooool - in!" Bagman shouted hoarsely.

"Oh my God, he's going to hit the ground!" Bagman exclaimed.

Tens of thousands of wizards held their breath and watched Troy's figure.

Cohen's blow, with great force, hit Troy in the back of the head again, knocking the vertiginous Troy off the broomstick, and he fell diagonally downwards with his head down.

In the final moments when he was about to land, Troy managed to flip his position, protect his head, and fell heavily to the ground.

There was a thud and it could be heard throughout the stadium.

The audience rose from their seats, and there was a wail from the seats of the Irish audience.

"The game is suspended," Mr. Bagman yelled, and the well-trained field doctor rushed to the field to check on Troy's injuries!

Cohen touched his large bald head and looked horrified at Troy's right leg, which was curling up in an extremely twisted position.

He had no idea that Troy would risk being hit and take that ten!

"He's fine, he'll be cured!" Alan said as he flew to Cohen's side, comforting.

"I know. I've been through this a lot, and even if I had known about it, I'd still be playing Bludger. Cohen looked at Alan and said sincerely.

Troy was indeed not life-threatening, but his right leg, which was determined by doctors to be a torn patellar tendon in his right knee and a comminuted fracture, was by no means recoverable overnight, so he could not continue to participate in this game.

The stretcher was ready, and the two white-robed doctors carried Troy onto the stretcher.

The 31-year-old iron man Troy did not expect his career to end in such a way.

His family had long been dissatisfied with his desperate efforts, and urged him many times to quit his job and go home to inherit the family business.

This time the injury was so bad, he was afraid that he would really have to say goodbye to his beloved Quidditch arena.

"I've been through a lot of worse things, but it's disappointing to think that my Quidditch career would end in such a way. ”

Iron man Troy can't tolerate being carried out in his last game - not tolerated!

So, he struggled to his feet and insisted on getting out of the court on his own.

"If this is the last time I'm out of the court, then I can't just get out on a stretcher, I'm going to climb out on my own. Troy said earnestly to the coach who had rushed to his side.

The head coach of the Irish team, a lean little wizard with red eyes, nodded in agreement and held him up.

A young female doctor hurriedly stopped, "Troy, you can't-"

But the older male doctor next to her reached out and stopped her.

"Okay, I'll help you out. The male doctor said in a deep voice with a serious face.

As a doctor, you shouldn't have allowed your patients to behave in a way that could aggravate their injuries.

But after hearing Troy's conversation with the coach, he knew that this was most likely the last game of the Quidditch star in front of him.

As a man, he can't help but be infected by Troy's persistence and Troy's strength, and is willing to help the iron man in front of him, respect his choice, and maintain his dignity.

The head coach and the male doctor left and right, holding Troy and leaving the field.

Suddenly, Troy stopped and looked back at his teammates.

His teammates, with worry in their eyes, looked at him as if they had lost their souls.

Troy suddenly gave an encouraging smile as he retracted his coach's right arm and thumped his left side of the chest.

The Irish players stared at him and solemnly pounded their left chests.

"Ah, that's touching!" Bagman suddenly sighed, and the fans in the stadium were puzzled.

"There was news from the scene that this would be Troy's last game! Bagman explained.

'Keep your head high, Troy, you've exceeded expectations for the fans and Ireland and you should be proud of yourself for giving 150 per cent in every game. Did you know that life after retirement is actually not that bad, and it is good to eat and drink unfettered every day. Bagman couldn't help but pat his big belly and comforted.

Hearing Bagman's words, the audience first laughed, and then there was an uproar.

When Troy was helped to the sidelines by coaches and doctors, almost all the audience stood up and applauded him in tribute to the iron man.

The players of England who were in the air also applauded the respectable opponent as a tribute.