When the clock ticked to the 83rd minute, the score was rewritten again.

Modu Sanjin took a corner kick, there was a scuffle in the penalty area, and many shots were blocked in a row, and the ball rolled around in the pile like a pool ball, and finally was kicked by the Modu Sanjin striker and flew into the net.

2:3！

There are 10 minutes left in stoppage time.

There were thunderous cheers in the stands, and the fans of the magic capital were crazy, how depressed they were before, how excited they were now!

The Mordo commentator has completely forgotten his neutral identity as a game commentator, and is also shouting hoarsely: "There is still a chance!" There's still time! The momentum is now on our side! Come on! Don't give up! ”

However, the three gold medalists on the court did not celebrate too much, and the striker who scored the goal hugged the ball, ran wildly to the halfway line, and put the ball on the service point in the shortest time.

Gao Yuan stood on the sidelines a little blankly, and he was a little dazed. It's not that he wasn't nervous, if his heart had already mentioned his throat and eyes just now, then he must have jumped from his chest to his mouth now.

The reason why he was in a daze was because he really hadn't experienced this kind of scene. Not so long ago, he was just a young football fan, but now he is standing in the dugout of the country's highest level of football, under unprecedented pressure.

Once upon a time, the indignant youth also sprayed those coaches who did not act, acted slowly, and acted chaotically at the last moment of the game. But at this moment, facing the test of life and death of the team, and facing unprecedented pressure, he only wants to figure out one thing in his mind:

Who am I? Where am I? What the hell am I doing?

This is professional football that has nothing to do with life and death, but is higher than life and death!

Gao Yuan's heart suddenly crossed a comment from "Big Shark" O'Neill, which he watched a long time ago: "The head coach and general manager of every team will often be "guided" by some guys. These guys can't even do the simplest dribbling, so they jump out and blame a professional coach who has been in office for many years.

When I was still playing, I often heard people say to me, "Hey! Shaq, my grandma's free throws are more accurate than yours, and your free throws are a piece of. Well, if you were to replace me and stand in the center of a court with tens of thousands of people roaring and just being dropped to the ground by a defender under the basket, then I think you're going to wet your pants as soon as you catch the ball.

Some guys play Fantesey Basketball Manager for a few days and feel like a great team manager. If you're really that good, why would you still be watching a game in a shitty home instead of wearing a suit and bow tie to a press conference for an NBA team? ”

Gao Yuan suddenly felt a burst of sadness, isn't this TM talking about me?!

After playing football manager for a few days, I accidentally got an unreliable system, and I really thought that I could strategize and win thousands of miles away?! With a broken amateur team and winning a few official matches, I really thought I could punch Mourinho and kick Pep Guardiola?!

Hehe, I used to be very stupid and naïve, the frog at the bottom of the well, and underestimated the heroes of the world!

It turns out that I am still far from a professional coach!

Chirping~~~~~

A sharp and rapid whistle pulled Takato back to reality from self-pity.

I don't know when, the game has restarted, and not far from him, there is another tragic scene of people on their backs.

The man who was put to the ground was still a man with kidney deficiency, he was a veritable "kick king" in this game, since he repeatedly touched porcelain with superb acting skills, he became a thorn in the opponent's side, a thorn in the flesh, and the technical indicator of kicking is rising like a sesame flower.

If there is a technical statistic of being kicked after the game, he must be the MVP in this indicator, and the number of times one person is kicked is probably more than the opponent's entire team.

This time, he was still tackled very badly, and he was shoveled firmly in the high-speed run, and the socks were cut by the steel nails of the sneakers, revealing the life-saving miracle that has not broken the leg - the shin guard.

But compared to his legs, his face looked even more hideous at the moment, because of the close contact between his face and the ground just now, his nose was broken, and his nose bleeded for a long time.

This time it wasn't pretended, in fact, he didn't touch porcelain again since the start of the second half.

Just when Gao Yuan thought that he would delay for a few more minutes, he got up from the ground, his spasmodic muscles, painful expression, and limping movements, all indicating that he was really in pain this time.

But he didn't say a word of nonsense, wiped his nosebleed indiscriminately, and prepared to drive the ball out.

The referee's whistle sounded again, signaling the kidney-deficient man to come out first to deal with the nosebleed and then come back to the game. The kidney-deficient man changed his usual accident and tactfulness on the court, roared loudly, and argued with the referee, looking anxious and angry.

He didn't want to leave at this time.

But his arm couldn't twist his thigh, and under the referee's insistence, the kidney-deficient man quickly ran to the sidelines, but the shoveled leg was still limping.

Gao Yuan looked at the kidney-deficient man from far and near in surprise, as if he didn't know this guy anymore.

Is this still the same old ball ruffian who has always been cunning on the pitch? Is this still a kidney-deficient man who doesn't take advantage of enough on weekdays and is uncomfortable to do some work?

At this moment, he seems to be different, he ran to the sidelines and grabbed the mineral water in Fat Dun's hand, and poured his head on the bleeding nose, but his eyes were staring at the court, and his eyes were full of anxiety and anger.

"Quick, get me the jersey and cotton wool!" The kidney-deficient man roared at the bench, but his eyes didn't take off the ball on the field for half a point.

Someone on the bench quickly handed him something, he shoved the cotton wool into his nostrils, quickly changed the blood-stained jersey, and signaled to the referee that he was going to enter the game.

After a few seconds, the referee waved him into the game.

All of this adds up to only a few tens of seconds, as fast as in an F1 race, where the car makes a pit stop to change tires, and the time is measured in milliseconds.

Gao Yuan was stunned to see the scene that had just happened in front of him, and it wasn't until the kidney-deficient man rushed onto the field and contributed a flying shovel that he was sure that this was true, and the kidney-deficient man was really selfless in the game.

Not only the kidney-deficient man, Gao Yuan looked at the other players on the field, and to his surprise, everyone's expressions were like kidney-deficient men, without frustration, confusion and confusion, replaced by firmness and unwillingness.

In the past, these guys on the field would involuntarily cast inquiring glances at themselves, what should they do next? Is it offensive or defensive? How to attack and defend? But this time, instead of looking at Gao Yuan, everyone stared at the direction of the ball, and the little light in their eyes seemed to be a desire for victory!

Matches can train players, and high-level games can make players grow quickly.

When a boy becomes a man, what is often needed is not the accumulation of time, but the stimulation of a certain event or scene. In the same way, the maturity of a player does not depend on how many years he has played, maybe a stalemate game that is a matter of life and death is enough.

At this moment, Gao Yuan could clearly feel that the usual grinning guys under his command had matured, their eyes were resolute and persistent, full of desire for victory.

And on the opposite side of them, their opponents, the three gold players of the Demon Capital, have the same resolute eyes. They can't lose either, they have to win, for the sake of the team's reputation and for their own future.

The last ten minutes are the real decisive battle!

In the final moments of the game, the goal was clear: to score and to prevent a goal.

At this moment, it is not only a contest of skills and tactics, but also a contest of wills. The two sides gritted their teeth, fought hard, and refused to give in to each other.

In the crazy strangulation, the referee's whistle sounded, and the game was already in tatters, but no one cared, even the three gold teams of the magic capital of the technical flow, in order to seize the time, also gave up the small and fast style of play, and used more long passes and long shots.

The contest of speed, the confrontation of muscles, the contest of wills, the collision of bodies, pulling each other in running, and struggling in the passing.

In moments like these, football is not art, football is a war of blood and fire.

An inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of blood, a piece of greenery and a soul, the green field is the battlefield, and the soldiers of the two teams are-for-tat, not giving up an inch of land.

No one will remember the label of the Southern Technique Flow attribute on the Demon Capital Three Gold Team, and no one will deliberately remember the identity of the Spring City Saturday amateur team.

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, this is two lonely soldiers who meet in a narrow way, and there are 22 fighters fighting for life and death on the court, and they are not afraid of life and death in order to win!

The corners of Gao Yuan's eyes were a little wet. He is not sentimental, but this moment is heartfelt.

Before, he scoffed at the phrase "glory despite defeat". Young and frivolous, he felt that losing was losing, and what glory did the loser have. But at this moment, when he stood in this position, he truly appreciated the weight of the word for the first time.

The cruelty of the knockout stage is that there is always one team that can't make it. But the two teams in front of them, no matter who fell before the finish line, are not losers, they have sublimated themselves in the race and beat their past selves, and they are both to be proud and proud.

No, my team can't lose! Even if this defeat is still extremely glorious, we will sing the song of triumph to advance to the next round!

"Come on!"

Gao Yuan suddenly let out a beastly roar from the sidelines, startling everyone on the bench, and even the home team's bench cast a surprised look.

"What are you doing in a daze, let's work together!" Gao Yuan ordered everyone on the bench.

"Our teammates fought the field! Let's not be idle, let's give them the greatest support mentally! ”

Everyone on the bench was stunned for a moment, and then came to their senses. They all took out their strength to feed, and the hysterical shouts cheered.

As the coach, Gao Yuan was a little sad and a little helpless. At the moment, the biggest help he can give the team is actually just being a cheerleader.

As a coach, there's so much to learn·····

However, now is not the time to be sad, as long as the team can advance, let alone be a cheerleader, or dance a striptease in front of tens of thousands of spectators, he will do it!

"Come on! Brothers, hold on! Gao Yuan used the power of the wilderness, and shouted hysterically.

Lao Tzu's coaching level is still far behind, but our voice is no worse than anyone else!

The audience was stunned.

No one has ever seen such a scene, on the bench on the sidelines of the game, the coach brought a group of substitute players, hysterically shouting and cheering.

I have to say that these dozen or so big men are full of energy, and they are closer to the venue than anyone else, and they are amazing, and they have suppressed the noise of thousands of spectators at home for a while.

Even the cameras in charge of broadcasting the game were drawn in and focused their cameras on the sidelines of the group of screaming and exhausted men.

Seeing this scene, the Demon Capital commentator and Han Dazui were a little speechless. After being silent for three seconds, the commentator forced a smile: "The game is in the final period, the battle on the field is difficult to solve, and the coaches and substitutes off the field are not idle, desperately cheering for the team." However, such a scene is really rare in the professional arena, and it is quite in line with the identity of the Amateur Team of Spring City Saturday...

Han Dazui quite appreciated Quancheng's approach on Saturday: "As the so-called brothers work together, their profits are golden." At the end of the game, it was a contest of willpower and team spirit. In fact, compared with the players on the field, the players and coaches off the field are more nervous, but they can only stare dryly, and now they use this way, not only to cheer for their teammates, but also to vent their inner tension, but also to open everyone's eyes, more to talk about, it can really be described as "one ah three wins"! It is a beautiful scenery on the side of the court. ”

The commentator of the Demon Capital corrected: "Teacher Han, you are talking about killing three birds with one stone, right?" ”

"No, it's just one, three!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"If there is a thief in the house, you will shout. Not only did he embolden himself, but he also scared the thief, and finally alerted his neighbors. Do you say it's one, three! Han Dazui explained triumphantly.

“······”

"Don't believe it, this is my life experience, if you don't believe it, the next time you get into a thief, try it, it's easy to use"

“·····” The commentator of the Demon Capital held back for a long time, and finally resisted the urge to kick Han Dazui, "Teacher Han is really experienced. Listening to your commentary will not only help you understand the game, but also refresh your mind and even master safety knowledge. Oh no, one, three! ”

On the bench on the sidelines, Gao Yuan and the others couldn't hear the sarcasm and ridicule of the commentator. They only felt a lot more comfortable after shouting out. It seems that every decibel increase in sound decibel can reduce the anxiety and pressure in the heart a little. With selfless shouts and cheers, they are no longer spectators wandering away from the game on the sidelines, but seem to become one with their teammates, truly becoming the 12th person of the team.

So, they shouted harder and forgot themselves. In the selfless shout, the race time kept passing, and before I knew it, it was approaching the end of the race.

Gao Yuan, who had already shouted hoarsely, suddenly found that the fourth official not far away had raised the sign for injury time at some point.

There will be three minutes of stoppage time.

There are only three minutes left before the team advances.

3 minutes, 180 seconds! The dawn of victory is at hand!