The sky is dotted with clouds, and it seems that it is cloudy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe early summer wind is a little cool, and there seems to be a hint of saltiness of the sea, which may come from the Baltic Sea in the north, who knows?

The second half was still a remake of the first 45 minutes, with Ergerberg bombarding left and right around Madiburg, and Madiburg chasing high and low blocks. Zhuo Yang ran all over the field, and he appeared in every defense, and the few offenses were also caused by him. Everyone can see his hard work and desperateness, and everyone can see his powerlessness.

In the crazy chase, Zhuo Yang's physical energy was also rapidly consumed.

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Philippe Risee handed the ball to Harry Gregory, and before Zhuo Yang's interception arrived, Gregory did it back to Risse, and Zhuo Yang reflexively chased after him. Riese's long pass found Mitch Adolphus, Adolf crossed diagonally to Gregory, and the ball passed by the speeding Karl Rand. Gregory got rid of Roger Samuel and crossed diagonally, and Jinke was empty.

The soccer ball passed under the crotch of Clark Edmund, who had abandoned the goal, and swooped into the goal amid the exclamations of 20,000 people, like a pounced viper.

After the uproar, the Victor Stadium was quiet and the wind could hear the sound of the flag waving.

Angus Mullen slumped in his seat, his head tilted and his eyes closed, Klopp buried his head between his arms.

Big SB held his head, and the oil paint on his face had been spent.

Li Xiaoqing looked at Zhuo Yang who was panting with his hands on his lap in distress.

Failed? Everyone is asking. Should I give up? Everyone is willing or unwilling. Looking forward to the coming year? Everyone began to comfort themselves.

There was an eerie shadow in the sky, a dark cloud that loomed over Victor Stadium. After the silence, there was a sigh in the stands, startling a flock of larks that had strayed in. The wind began to whip up the waves of the canal, crashing impatiently against the riverbank. The river breeze pushes the tide of the canal water, and then through the gap between the pitch nets, and blows towards the blue Madiburg flag above the stands, which hunts.

All the people of Madiburg silently watched the frantic celebration of Ergerborg, helpless to let the flowers fall.

There was dead silence in the stands.

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Big SB slowly stood up, he took off his blue and white jersey, and his topless body looked a little bloated in middle age. Big SB raised his arms above his head, spread his hands, and slowly clenched them into fists.

No one noticed him as a fan leader, and Big SB was like a lonely walker. He held out his index finger, the tip of which pointed straight to the sky. Big SB began to sing, in his voice that was not standard.

"When you pass through a storm, hold your head high and ......" The big SB's singing voice grew louder from low to high.

"Don't be afraid of the darkness, at the end of that storm......" Big SB's singing slowly spread from his side.

"It's a golden sky, and the sweet singing voice of Bailing...... "Big SB's singing voice spread to the whole stand.

"Through the wind, through the rain, your dreams may be shattered......" Mark Venster stood up and sang along with Big SB.

"But with the hope in your heart is still moving forward, you will never walk alone......" Cheng Hao stood up, Li Xiaoqing stood up, and Carl Norman stood up.

"Keep walking, keep walking, with that hope in your heart, move forward, you will never walk alone...... you will never walk alone!"

"You'll Never Walk Alone" began to resound throughout Victor Stadium, and the singing voice changed from low at first, slowly to high-pitched, and then quickly excited. The singing swept in from the stands, blocking the celebration of the Elgerbergs, and the singing swept away from the stands, the wind on the river retreating to the other side of the bank. Singing rose from the stands, dispelling the clouds of snow overhead.

The Madiburg players in the center of the field looked at the 20,000 people in the stands singing for them, and Zhuo Yang had straightened up.

Zhuo Yang slowly turned his body, step by step, and scanned all the stands with his eyes. He saw the big spurring SB and his good friend, the topless Mark Venster. He and their singing swept into the air from the stands, and the singing fought against the dark clouds in the air, and the golden rays of the sun could already be seen in the gaps. The song swept to the earth again, turning into a whistling in Zhuo Yang's cochlea.

Zhuo Yang saw that everyone was singing for them, and in the midst of the singing, the players of Madiburg slowly gathered together.

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"Zhuo, do you believe me?" Carl Rand asked Zhuo Yang behind his back.

Zhuo Yang looked back in surprise: "Of course, Carl, of course I believe you." ”

"Zhuo, please trust me." Rand stared at Zhuo Yang closely, his eyes full of determination: "Please hand over the backcourt to me." Zhuo, we need your goals. ”

"Zhuo Yang, please lead us to the second division!"

Daigo empowerment! Zhuo Yang understood what the problem was.

In this game, he was unwilling but powerless, which came from his deep concern for his teammates, or rather, his distrust of them. In previous games, when Zhuo Yang was needed to attack, he could safely hand over the defense to the butchers De Jong and Mertesacker, and even Piggy and Second Brother. When Zhuo Yang needs to defend, he can let Scar, Second Brother, Piggy and Bantam Tiger Hasler wreak havoc in front of the opponent's goal. Both offense and defense are supported by strong teammates, and Zhuo Yang can choose the timing of attack and defense on the field at will, and he chooses very calmly. Therefore, Zhuo Yang always seems to be at ease on the field.

However, because of the deep anxiety about this game, because of the uncertainty about Rand's strength, because of the commitment to the brothers and Klopp, all this weighed down Zhuo Yang almost out of breath. He is always worried about every corner of the field, always worrying about every confrontation of his teammates, and he suffers from gains and losses in attack and defense. Zhuo Yang wanted to provoke the whole stadium by himself, and under pressure, he did not dare to try to trust his teammates.

"Zhuo, please believe me too, take us to the second grade." It was Roger Samuel who spoke.

"Zhuo, take us to Class B."

"Yes, let's score, Zhuo. We want to go to the second division ......"

Willie Ackerman, Lauren Dennis, Kenny Dunbar, Jerry Braun......

"Zhuo, give me the back, my old bones are okay, the Elgerborg people can't be wild." The handsome Greek guy Kennis Kalitzakis put his hand on Zhuo Yang's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Do what you have to do, and take the big guy to the second class." ”

"Zhuo, you go teach these damn Elgerbergs a lesson, we'll be behind us." East German cool brother Ignaz Stuberner no longer has a cynical look on his face: "Get a few more, I want to go back to the second division too." ”

"Zhuo, trust me." Clark Edmund, who has been together since the youth team: "I'm not going to let this group of mongrels score again, trust me. Take us to Class B, Zhuo. ”