"Jiang Yuan's foreign school team scored, and the scorer No. 23 Pu Yun. The game isn't over yet! It's not over yet! ”

Yue Yin's voice was choked with desolation, and she forgot to report the score. Pu Yun, who was stripped to celebrate, forgot his fatigue and ran wildly on our court, raising his hands high. The substitutes from other schools rushed to the field with carnivals to surround him, and even the coach ran on the track. Pu Yun also had a small vest under his jersey, which had long been soaked with sweat, and there seemed to be something written on his chest, which was a foreign language, and he couldn't read it clearly. The whole world was unusually blurry, trembling violently in the sunlight.

It's not so much anger or remorse as being overwhelmed. The goal in the final moments of the semi-final knocked the white horse into the sky and knocked it to the ground.

Is there still time? Maybe two more minutes? Not so, but there's still a minute. After a very, very short stillness, the captain picked up the ball in the net and we all went back to our places. Yuan Yikong ran to the referee's side, and must have reminded him that the celebration of the other school had delayed a lot of time in the game and needed to be made up. The referee nodded, and Pu Yun, who longed for the jersey on his body, showed a yellow card.

Almost everybody was near the halfway line, and it was us who made the all-or-nothing effort. I can't wish time had gone any faster.

Kwong Hao kicked off in the middle circle, except for me and Mi Le, who was dragging the ball in our own half, everyone seemed to rush to the penalty area of the school with explosives bags. Miller's footwork is good, and he is the shortest, and the captain arranged for him to stay in the half court to play the high ball, allowing the taller Yuan Yikong and He Mingming to press the attack and compete for the header.

Receiving the ball, Miller sent a long pass before Pu Yun rushed up to press and interfere. The ball flew to the penalty area of the outer colonel with the fighting spirit and hope remaining in the hurry and panic. It's still a bit far away, and it's starting to fall outside the box. Liu Chi took the lead and rushed to the landing point to push it down. Yin Rirong got it.

Not good!

Standing outside the penalty area of my side, I was shocked, everyone was still in the half of the school, and at the last moment, Yin Rirong still had the physical fitness, and quickly dribbled the ball forward to counterattack like an arrow from the string. Our team members, who were exhausted in physical strength, were already difficult to defend, and only Yan Xi could barely keep up with him. Apart from me, only Millet, the last lone barrier, was left in front of the goal. He was dragged by Pu Yun, who was left in his own half, and could neither immediately grab nor retreat. In a one-on-two defense, Miller was constantly adjusting his position, and he had to cut off the connection between No. 23 and No. 33 while preventing No. 33 from stabbing in front of me.

Crossing the middle line, Yan Xi gradually caught up with Yin Rirong from behind. As a last resort, he pushed Yoon Il-young from behind while running at high speed, trying to block the chance for the colonel to kill us by fouling. Yin Rirong, who was pushed, staggered, and still sent a straight ball to the ground before falling to the ground. The ball will pass in front of Miller and be comfortably caught by Pu Yun. So, the scene where Miller singled out the goalkeeper a few minutes ago was copied by Pu Yun. After the goal, Pu Yun was completely energized, and his spirit seemed to shake off his heavy body and burst into our penalty area with incredible steps.

It's really one-on-one between the two of us. As long as this goal is scored, we will lose completely. As long as we can hold on, we will still be alive, and we will live for a few tens of seconds, maybe one last chance to attack, and maybe we will be able to continue to live.

In the face of Pu Yun's one-knife ball, I rushed forward desperately, and must have shouted. I saw his face, expressionless, tired or overexcited. In short, he chose to shoot with a volley, probably because his fitness was no longer enough to support him to push past me and shoot into the empty goal. Pu Yun, who had completed the volley, also fell on the turf. This time he didn't immediately get up. The run had drained the last drop of fuel in his tank.

The ball was lightly touched by my right hand in the air, and the speed decreased slightly, but it still passed me and bounced slowly towards the goal.

Is it completely over?

Not only did we fail to qualify for the final, we also lost the game at home. The defeat seemed to be a nail in the coffin as the ball moved towards the goal. I got up from the grass with great disharmony, but the ball was about to cross the goal line. Can't catch up, like can't catch up with all the irretrievable.

It's not there yet.

It was an almost instinctive reaction to see Millet flying sideways towards the goal on the turf, and I believe we weren't really dead yet. At the same time as I faced Pu Yun, Miller, who was returning to defense at high speed, had rushed to the goal, and at the moment of life and death, he fished out the ball with his foot. However, he paid the price, and when he controlled the ball and made sure Pu Yun couldn't come up again, I saw him kicking his left leg and gritting his teeth desperately to slap the turf to relieve the pain. Cramps, or strains. The goal-line rescue action was too big, and he stretched his thin body to the extreme, it must have hurt somewhere. The game is still going on and everyone is waiting. I rushed out of the penalty area with the ball and handed it to Yan Xi, who returned to his own half. The latter sent a long pass, and I confirmed that the captain received the ball and quickly turned and ran towards goal.

"Ke Peiwei, what are you doing? Come on, go up to Lao Tzu! Don't me! ”

Millet, who was still lying on the ground and convulsing, yelled at me almost in frustration, and there was a wave of calls and agitation from the bench and the stands, simple and swift, and everyone could hear it clearly: up, up, up! Fight with them! In the final moments of the game, everyone had to rush up and attack, including the goalkeeper, of course. On the left flank, the captain created a well-placed set-piece. Last chance. The referee gave Yan Xi a yellow card, and Liu Chi continued to chatter, constantly pointing his fingers at his wrist to remind the enforcers that the game time had run out. I rushed to the crowd at the front of the court and heard exactly what the referee had said to him: go back to your position, the referee knows exactly when the game will end.

The captain raised his right hand high in front of the ball, and I couldn't see his face in the sun, nor did I know if Miller was standing up behind him. He didn't come into the crowd of people waiting to attack and defend. I can't go back. The referee's whistle blew. The ball came from the air, seemed to be passed and shot, and flew in the direction of the goal. The goalkeeper of the Colonel struck and hit the ball with his fist. I subconsciously stepped back and the ball landed right in my control.

Maybe you can shoot. The defenders were already coming in my direction. Maybe, at that moment I chose to shoot, I would really be a hero.

But I didn't shoot, I rubbed the ball up and gently hoisted it towards the far end of the post, as if instinctively expecting and believing that there would be a real hero there.

A white figure. He shook off the defender and jumped in the direction of the goal, and the goalkeeper of the Colonel was not yet fully in place. With a flick of the head, the ball is within reach of the goal, and we can celebrate on the sun-drenched pitch as Pu Yun did before.

The ball grazed between the post and his body. Yan Xi, who was jumping, seemed to stiffen in the air for a short moment, and then fell to the ground steadily, without falling. The ball flew off the line, and just then, the referee blew three long whistles. I heard a heavy sigh from the stands, but it was covered by the rush and cheers that were close to me. Almost all the students from other schools ran towards their benches, and perhaps the people on the bench were running towards them. Jerseys, towels, water bottles, these were thrown high into the sky. The victors politely and implicitly avoided the losers in their celebrations, and there was no collision or contact between us, as if we had not fought all afternoon. As the school's celebrations flooded our stadium, I saw everyone freeze like sculptures, and then they all fell to the green grass, buried by the flowing sunlight.

I didn't fall, and I don't know why I didn't. In a daze, the opponent was running and singing, and only the captain and I stood alone on the land. We looked at each other, and there was no communication between them. Somebody slapped me. I saw that it was Shi Zhenhua. He seemed to want to say something, but I didn't want to listen and pushed him away.

I heard Yan Xi crying. He buried his head in the artificial turf, and the captain leaned down and stroked his back. He explained in fits and starts, to everyone. In the face of the last chance, he was intimidated, afraid that he would hit the post. It shouldn't be like this, even if you die just now, you have to put that ball in it. No one blamed him, he cried even harder. I also walked over and slapped him, and suddenly I noticed that almost everyone around me was crying. Obviously crying, Mu Zheng is crying, and Taotao who walked on the stage to accompany us is also crying, but some people can still wipe their tears with their hands or sleeves, and their faces are dirty. Xuexue didn't cry, but he was just holding on, and his eyes were red. Yue Yin also came, she didn't care about the camera on her chest at all, and tears fell down one by one. She didn't say anything, she didn't shoot anything. Just come and be there for us and be sad with us. Ye Ruiyang handed her the napkin, she tore half of it and returned it.

We didn't expect to need so many napkins today. In this kind of transitive atmosphere, I should have cried a long time ago. But I didn't, I just felt like every step I took was shattered. In a near-oblivion of confusion, I sleepwalked beside them, patting or hugging them mechanically and sluggishly. Maybe it's because I usually cry too much, or maybe it's because I've experienced too many sad things. I do not know. Maybe I don't like crying in the first place, or maybe I can hold it back.

I seem to have forgotten something.

Millet.

Turning back in a hurry, I saw that he had come up to us, limping and almost jumping on one foot. I rushed to his side in a panic and apologized to him, saying that I should have come to see him after the game and asked him where he hurt and if it hurt now. He shook his head in displeasure, two tears on his face that had not yet been dried. I tried to hug him, but he just touched my gloves with his fist.

"We could have won. It's all my fault. ”

His soft words drifted in my ears. At that moment, the brain was tantamount to a volcanic eruption. I caught up with him and wanted to tell him that it wasn't your fault at all. It was your goal-line rescue that kept us alive at the end. I did, and the result was that Millet cried even harder, and pushed me away, unable to hold myself back, like a reed broken by the wind, and fell to the ground in vain.

He's right next to me, and I can't help him. This desperate helplessness drove me crazy in an instant, and I hammered my thigh with my glove, probably wondering how much Mi Le's leg hurt now. I had no way of knowing, it was him who was hurting, and I could only stare blankly. Finally, he limped to me again and apologized to me, and told me that he was going back with his parents in the evening, and that I had better go home with them tonight. He also said that tomorrow afternoon he will go back to school for the weekly test, and I will go back to school well. However, he doesn't want to talk to anyone, including me, until he comes back tomorrow. Don't call, don't post QQ or WeChat.

I can't remember what happened after that. The brain is blank as it was two years ago. The coach and parents should have come to the locker room to comfort everyone for a long time. "It's not over yet." More than once and more than one person has said that to us, there is still a game of three or four to play. But it didn't mean anything to us who had lost our qualification for the finals, and it wasn't until Tao Tao told everyone that he was leaving Yizhong that we relented a little and expressed our willingness to continue working hard for the bronze medal. Maybe not, Tao Tao should have told everyone before the third-place battle, which was his last game for No. 1 Middle School and the last battle for the seniors. I really don't remember. That afternoon, when the warmth of the sun was replaced by the fatigue of the setting sun, it was as if everything was soaked in the colors of loss and bitterness, as salty as tears.

In the end, the relatives who came to witness history can only comfort us. Win or lose, they still love us. We all know that, so we want to win. We didn't win, we didn't lose in the scoreline, but we were not destined to be on the stage of this year's final. When I got home, my parents didn't say anything and went to cook dinner silently. I turned the water up to the maximum in the bathroom, and the water temperature was turned up extremely high, letting the hot water wash over and over every part of my body, as if trying to confirm my existence. When night fell, I couldn't sleep when I lay down in a room with only one person, buried in the quilt, like a man walking in the desert for many years, trying to find a little water and want to talk to someone. I went through the entire address book and there was no one in it. Some people are as sad as me or more sad than me, and some people I don't want to bother with my own sadness anymore. I ended up dialing a number in the sprawl of loneliness. A gentle female voice told me, hello, the phone you dialed is empty, please check before dialing.

The second leg of the second round of the Jiangyuan Mayor's Cup knockout round

Jiangyuan No. 1 Middle School 3:3 Jiangyuan Foreign School (total score 5:5, Jiangyuan Foreign School has the advantage in the number of away goals and advances to the finals)

Taodu Middle School 1:4 Kitagawa Middle School (total score 1:7)

The third and fourth finals matched

Jiangyuan No. 1 Middle School VS Taodu Middle School

Final matchup

Jiangyuan Foreign School VS Beichuan Middle School

Data within Jiang Yuan's No. 1 Squadron

Scorer charts

The number of goals scored by the player

Mutan 9

Yan Xi 6

Kwong H 5

Huang Minxue 2(2)

Wang Xiaoliang 1

ZHANG Taotao 1

Heming Ming 1

Millet 1

Xu Xiang 1

Assists

Player assists

Kwong H 6

Yan Xi 4

Zhang Taotao 3

Huang Minxue 2

Millet 2

Kopewe 1

Mutan 1

Ye Ruiyang 1