"Don't have baggage, the first half is over, don't worry about it. Our goal now is clear, to equalise and then put the score back. Got it? Don't think about anything else, the coach is responsible for everything. There are 30 minutes left in the game and we can do it! ”

In the dressing room at halftime, the coach didn't scold us or say anything more about the "black three minutes" in the first half. She was half-hunched, clapping her hands over and over again to encourage the disciples sitting in a row, and her hoarse voice made me uncomfortable.

I'm so "smart" today. Zhao Rui sat near me, and he took me off the field, not blaming me, just putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Ruiyang, you can rest in the second half." The coach said, bowing his head and touching his head with concern. Boss Ye was a little surprised, and he could see the desire to continue the game just from his eyes - it was rare for his parents to come to see him together, but he also immediately expressed his obedience to the arrangement.

Previously, the coach directly asked Yan Xi to warm up at halftime.

Mi Le and I sat next to Ye Ruiyang and wanted to comfort him, but he just smiled and said that he should leave him alone and prepare for the game.

I pushed myself to the edge of the cliff, and now I can only accept it all and continue to fight. The scoreline was down, the away goals were tied and there were only two substitutions left, but there was a full half left and we had someone on the bench. Even though the bull has pierced its horns into the matador's belly, as long as the proud warrior is not dead, he can still hold his sword up and continue to fight his opponents in the dusty bullring. I felt a rush of blood churning in my head, and it was hard to think rationally anymore.

"Everyone, you can see that Wu Wenda and Pu Yun are in a worse state today. Number 33 is not good either. The second half will definitely be reversed! Let's continue to hit Pu Yun's side, I know him too well, he is not as confident as you think, keep rushing, his confidence will be crushed by us sooner or later! I suddenly stood up and said to everyone what I didn't know why I wanted to say it, "You guys can attack at ease, bite the colonels, bite them to death." Defend it to me, I'm not going to let them score again! Death will not be! ”

"Well said! Fight with them! This is our territory! Xuexue also jumped. The captain asked everyone to sit in a circle again, and the coaches joined in, and the slogan of winning the first hit vibrated in the locker room. As we stepped onto the pitch again, there was a cheer from the stands. Even when the score is behind, our family and friends still support us unconditionally. It's our home stadium, the home that no one can beat. While Yue Yin was announcing the changeover, I slammed the door frame with the palm on which the verses were written, as if asking this friend to fight side by side with me again.

With all the hard work and hope, the final 30 minutes of the game began. The roles played by the two teams on the field were reversed, with the Colonels switching to defensive counter-attacks and our side pressing aggressively on the attack. After the removal of a central defender, the arrival of Yan Xi changed our formation to a back four, and Xuexue and Taotao needed to cover more defensive area, and they had to run more sparingly. The badly wounded matador was vividly performing his swordsmanship in the minutes of his life, Yan Xi's personal dribbling, the captain's long pass transfer, Mu Zheng's impact and pressure, and our three strongest players showed their magic powers, tearing apart the defense line of the Colonel. While Ming Ming and Senior Yuan Yikong held the barrier steadily, I also relatively expanded the scope of my attack, and blocked the counterattack opportunity of the other school. Time keeps passing where we can't see, so let's hope it moves a little slower and gives us a chance to catch up with the dawn of victory.

The high-intensity frontcourt pressing is an invisible hand that chokes the opponent and makes it difficult to breathe in and out. The home crowd sent a cheering signal with the voices we knew best, and the call from someone close to them made the heavy body grab the energy to keep pushing forward. Again, we blasted on our right side, the left side of the school, and we went ahead and on. The opposition clearly anticipated our tactics and made a concerted effort to keep the defensive focus fixed. It was a fierce battle, with collisions, muffled ball-blocking pitches, and shouts for help from fellow players. It was about four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun had not yet faded, and it let a strong light shine on the battlefield as it had done thousands of years ago in distant Greece or Rome, reflecting a fierce battle without gunpowder smoke or blood, and the horizon rising and falling in a trance on the other side.

Our offensive was defused by the Colonel one by one, but the opponent gradually showed sluggishness and fatigue after resisting the onslaught. Tao Tao sent a pick pass after hitting the middle, Mu Zheng headed the goal a few meters in front of the goal, and the excellent goalkeeper completed a magic save with his chest, magically keeping the ball away. The defender hurriedly cleared the siege, and the ball fell to Wu Wenda's feet. He was about to turn around and organize a counterattack, but Xuexue rushed in front of him fiercely and grabbed the ball without saying a word. Wu Wenda hurriedly tugged, and Xuexue still poked the ball to the captain with his toes when he fell to the ground. The referee signaled that the attacker was in favor and did not blow for a foul. The captain took advantage of the situation to deliver a scalpel-like through ball that passed through the gap between the two defenders and found Yan Xi on the left side of the box. Seeing that the situation was not good, the goalkeeper of the outer school abandoned the door and wanted to resolve Yan Xi's single knife. No. 14 faced the attacking goalkeeper calmly, and with a slight buckle, the goalkeeper saved. Yan Xi, who bypassed him, easily pushed the left foot, and the ball went into the empty goal without any suspense. Yan Xi's arms were crossed over his chest again, and we knew that the two teams were back on the same page again. In the next twenty minutes, whoever can score will have the potential to end the game completely.

"Jiang Yuan's No. 1 squadron made a substitution, replacing No. 24 Zhang Taotao and replacing No. 22 Mi Le. There are 15 minutes left in the game, so keep it up! "Shortly after the equaliser, Miller was the last card we played, and his blistering speed and impact would be the last dagger to stab the Bulls in the underbelly. Dressed in white, Miller was like the white horse, and he galloped into the arena and launched another charge at the orange army. The first touch of the ball on the court was in the face of Pu Yun's defense, and the No. 22 was no longer as calm as in the friendly match, but stabbed the ball between the opponent's legs for the first time. Once the ball was divided, Miller ran the ball wide, with a confidence that bordered on contempt for his opponent. Pu Yun turned around with great effort, and Miller had already run past him. Panting Chubby couldn't catch up with the fast horse on the side, and reached out in vain to stop the attack with a foul. However, he didn't even grab Miller's arm, and fell to the ground again. After passing Pu Yun, Mi Le sprinted forward again, Yin Rirong had arrived from the middle, and pounced on him without saying anything, Mi Le deftly flicked the ball, and the No. 33 of the outer school did not touch the ball, but tripped Mi Le. The referee's whistle blew and a shining yellow card appeared. Pu Yun, who got up, ignored the green artificial grass and black rubber particles on his face, and staggered to his teammates, probably wanting to apologize to him. Yin Rirong didn't say anything, just touched his head.

A month ago, I still felt a little unbearable for Tong Jing and Xizhong to be eliminated by us. But when the score was really deadlocked, seeing this scene, even my friends, I didn't have any sentimentality on the field. I just hope this set-piece will change the scoreline.

The captain and Miller walked to the ball. The ball was not passed to the penalty area, but was flicked by Miller and directly to the captain's feet. Yin Rirong rushed out of the crowd and was about to steal, but was shaken by the captain. After getting rid of him, Liu Chi killed in front of him again, and in the face of the second general blocking the way, Kuang Hao was not afraid, and used a trick "croquette", using the speed of his left and right feet to pass the captain of the foreign colonel through the cracks. At this time, Shi Zhenhua had already pounced from behind, and another central defender from the other school also flashed in front of him, ready to attack back and forth. Seeing this, Kwong Hao lightly pushed the ball to the left. When everyone's eyes were taken away from him, Mu Zheng received a pass in the penalty area and completed the bow and arrow.

"Jiang Yuan's first squadron scored! The scorer No. 23 Mu Zheng, the assist came from the captain Kuang Hao, and the score was 3:2! It was an indescribably crisp shot that pierced the Colonel's throat in an instant. After the goal, Mu Zheng shouted and ran in the sun, rushed to the stands, and once again saluted the standard military salute. Mr. Zhou must be in the stands, and his father must be there, although we have never seen him or heard him mention it, but Mu Zheng definitely wants to give them this goal. Everybody, including me, ran up from behind and scrambled to hold our goalkeeper. Yue Yin, who put down the microphone, didn't bother to take pictures, and jumped directly from the radio room to someone. The coach also rushed up and took advantage of the moment to whisper to a few of our defenders. When they returned to the field, three players from other colonels were already standing on the sidelines. Three people were replaced in one breath, and the decisive battle completely entered the white-hot stage. With less than ten minutes left for the bull to live, and with a desperate onslaught or a deadly sword, the wounded matador has countless options for victory and glory before the sun sets.

The outer colonel replaced two strikers and a tall defender, and removed Wu Wenda and the other three who did nothing. Pu Yun was still on the field, which was quite surprising. He formed a back three with Liu Chi and the new defenders, and Shi Zhenhua and two strikers went straight to the front, forming a strange 313 formation, which was the defending champion's desperate bet if he didn't succeed. Even if there were no bullets in the guns and the bayonets were mutilated in the fight, the stubborn opponent would never surrender. "The wind is sluggish and the water is cold", in the ancient past, Jing Ke probably had this tragic and tragic feeling when he threw the only dagger with his seriously injured left leg. But no matter how much we admired the courage of our opponents, we could not go down in the last ten minutes.

The bruised bull urged his hooves and rushed again with a thin burst of anger, like wolves with green eyes flashing in the deep mountains and dense forests on a cold night, and pounced on the hunter. The colonel completely abandoned the midfield, leaving only Yin Rirong, who could not die, to conduct the transition alone, and more used the most direct long pass to attack our defense. They created several chances, and in a chaotic battle for a corner, Liu Chi had pushed the ball towards the goal, but was blocked by Mi Leshengsheng who was guarding the goal line. The captain of the Colonel hugged his head and sighed in great regret, making a beast-like sound, while Miller and I hit our chests hard in front of the goal, and then together they defended Shi Zhenhua's header in the corner kick attack. In the second half, I had already made four saves, and the Colonel's desperate attack was overshadowed by those gloves, and after their shots were denied one by one, the trusting gaze of my team-mates gave me strength from the inside out.

I must be giving them strength and hope, in my own way.

Time is nearing its end indefinitely. At this moment I want it to go a little faster, my life to go a little faster, so that one second becomes two or three seconds. I know we're just a few minutes away from the finals. You can't just be a little worse every time, and I'll make it, just this time.

In the blink of an eye, we made a tackle on the edge of the box, the captain picked the ball to the wing, and Miller, who had the most energy in the team, received the ball. Pu Yun was a little behind him, and a race that bordered on public humiliation began again. Pu Yun, who ran all over the field, couldn't even catch up with Miller's taillights, and was left behind without suspense at the moment when Miller accelerated his speed. He tried his best to catch up, but his body had reached its limit. There are many things that people can cultivate, but in sports, the upper limit of physical fitness determines the ceiling that Pu Yun can touch. For countless days and nights, he had worked tirelessly to catch up with the man who had always had high hopes, and now for the third time he had fallen into his shadow in embarrassment. He reluctantly supported it, trying to get up, which was a little overwhelming. No one can help him, this is the field, and his teammates are still chasing back Miller who single-handedly killed the outside school penalty area, and it is difficult for us as opponents to take care of him. Maybe his mom and dad were in the stands, I hadn't seen them in almost three years. I don't know what it's like to watch their sons struggle to get up even if they try their best.

But Pu Yun still stood up and limped. Miller has entered the penalty area of the outer school, except for Yin Rirong, the opponents who returned to the defense and the teammates who followed up did not arrive. If it were Liu Chi, he would definitely shout to deter Mi Le, in fact, he also shouted, but it was far away, and it couldn't affect my partner. Yin Rirong still didn't say a word, throwing himself sideways onto the turf, trying to block Miller's shot by blocking the gun's hole. No. 22 swung his left foot, which he was not so good at, and the ball grazed the tip of the No. 33 shoe of the colonel and was about to pass the goalkeeper's finger. This is an out-and-out one-mile walk, which is not inferior to the captain's previous assists from five levels and six generals.

Miller's shot slowly rolled towards the left side of the goal. The goal was scored and the game was over completely.

I can finally see the celebration he's been saying for so long.

However, the ball that was moving forward on the ground bounced up strangely when it was about to enter the net, probably because the field was uneven, after all, the conditions of many professional venues in China are quite poor, and the artificial turf of the school is even more inevitably potholes. The ball changed its line slightly, and finally hit the outside of the goalpost, and was held in the arms of the goalkeeper who got up, almost like holding a surviving baby. I grabbed my hair with my gloves, but still shouted at Miller as he ran back to defend.

"There were four minutes of stoppage time in the second half. Keep up the good work! ”

Yue Yin passed on the last time, and everyone showed unprecedented fatigue. Pu Yun and Shi Zhenhua's physical strength has been completely overdrawn, and it is difficult to make movements when they get the ball, and only Yin Rirong can still run in the midfield in the foreign school, maybe he has saved all the strength to speak. The No. 33 of the Outer Colonel found an opening on the perimeter and shot from distance. But No. 33 didn't get his wish, and I volleyed the ball and held it in my arms. For the 5th save, there was a burst of cheers from the stands, and the crowd in front of them also dispersed.

It's almost over.

However, now is the time to switch between offense and defense. Nail the coffin!

I saw Miller on the right and threw the ball to him. As he has done in countless training sessions, he received the ball steadily. Yin Rirong suddenly appeared in front of him, and Mi Le dodged him with a deft back, but Pu Yun rushed to the side with the last bit of strength and hope. He poked the ball and tried to control it. Miller grabbed the first time, and the ball rolled to the bottom line under the entanglement of the two. Yin Rirong and Yuan Yikong also joined the fray, and in the chaos, the ball went out of the bottom line, and the linesman pointed the flag to the corner flag area.

This may be the last chance for the Colonel to attack. The corner kick is defended, and it is basically over.

Yoon Il Young, who was destined not to appear in the final, walked to the corner flagpole without saying a word, waiting for the referee's whistle. He raised his right hand aloft in the air, but the linesman held the flag across in front of him. There were some pushes and verbal altercations in the box, and the referee was warning players on both sides not to pull. It's good for us, it's the opponent's time that's delayed.

"Miller, stand at the back post and guard it." Seeing that the goalkeepers from the Colonels had rushed into our penalty area, I patted my partner on the shoulder and handed him my back.

"Okay." He immediately agreed.

"People who are optimistic about themselves! Pay attention to the second drop point! "I gave the final instructions. In fact, I don't need to say that the highest players in the school have people who take care of them.

Everything was arranged. Let's end it.

Yoon Il-young's corner kick was taken, the ball was fast, and it ran forward. Shi Zhenhua and Liu Chi are both here, and they are two of their best headers. But He Mingming and Yuan Yikong were also there, following them closely, and I was also taking care of here. Even if they can get a point, they will have a hard time attacking the goal. Several people collided, and the ball was rubbed by someone and flew parallel behind me, which was also the far end of the door.

I realized something, and in my panic, I twisted my body and rushed backwards, and Millet must have noticed the danger as well. In the dense crowd, a familiar and short figure appeared with his back to the sun. I was making a save, Miller was blocking, but it was over both of our heads, in the gap that was left behind, that the ball slipped into the shadow of the sunlight and rubbed against the lintel.

The world is so quiet that it seems that there is nothing left. Immediately, there was a vibration in the heart, so large that it was unreal, as if it had burst out from the body of a man who had lost a candle in the physical wind. This voice has nothing to do with us, but also affects our fate. He took off his orange jersey and threw it into the sky and the sun. After falling and getting up again countless times, he did not run out of oil or give up on himself, but seized on the last hope and pushed us into the abyss with his worst header in the crowd.

Is he really my nemesis? The fatal blow really came at the last moment.

It's a little bit worse again. Almost, nothing.