He's probably awake. But how to say it? I sat on a bench outside the room. It was late, and the chill seeped in from the November window with the twilight. Mu Zheng was doing treatment this afternoon, and we didn't start the live broadcast.

Maybe it wouldn't have been the case when I played. No, I'm not blaming Zhao Rui, he behaved great. When the referee blew the final whistle in the last game, I saw him lying on his back on the grass, holding up two gloves clenched into fists and shouting loudly. It was the most exciting we've ever known him. Finally proved himself and helped the team to victory as the starting goalkeeper. From the first year of junior high school to the second year of junior high school, it was almost a year before he had such an opportunity for the first time. Perhaps that's why I didn't come back in the crucial fifth round, and I entrusted him with the responsibility of defending the city.

No, I'm too cowardly. Of course, I can say that my sister has repeatedly ordered me not to participate in any sports for two months, otherwise she will tell my parents. (I'm ashamed to say that I didn't return home until a week after my birthday, and the sling hadn't been removed yet.) I procrastinated, and it wasn't until the day before my birthday that I told my parents that I wasn't going back. They must be disappointed, and they may think that my situation has deteriorated again, and they want to be angry with them. But I didn't mean to upset them. I don't want to get hurt, I don't want them to be scared. The coach likewise disagreed with my comeback, saying that health is much more important than winning. So is Millet. But at the end of the day, the decision is still in your own hands.

It's not that I haven't thought about it, and I secretly looked up a lot of things on the Internet. Now it seems that I still lack the ability to judge at that time, and when I saw the "diagnosis" on the Internet, I couldn't help but be frightened and suspected that I was about to be amputated if I moved around. I shudder to tell the stories of some of the people who have experienced dislocations, "patients" expand the boundaries of injury, before you contact them, you only know the condition of the injury on your own body, and after meeting them, you can know the limit and bottom line of the injury. The same injuries show diametrically opposite conditions due to different degrees of severity, with the light people not caring and the heavy ones dying or alive. Injuries and illnesses inevitably think badly, and even though my arm has long since lost much feeling, the shocking stories still make me imagine something like a poisonous mushroom growing on my left arm. I don't notice them, but I may have been eroded by them. Repeated dislocations can be a nightmare, and if I do have a habitual dislocation of my arm, what will I do in the future? It might fall off during an exam, while riding, or even when I'm on the toilet. I have to be scared and cautious all the time. In the face of injury and illness, human beings have no dignity at all. I can't just ask Miller to help me undress and take off my pants every time. He is not obligated to do so. I've just celebrated my 14th birthday, and I should have a long time to go, and I'm going to drag a disobedient arm forever?

In the end, he backed down. After all, it is instinct to protect yourself, but cowardice cannot be ignored either.

Today's Zhao Ruihe Xuexue made me no longer able to suppress the guilt in my heart. At home to Jieqi High School, we have no choice but to win. If we win the game, we will have 9 points. If we can win by more than two goals, or win 1-0 and 2-1, we will have the advantage of going head-to-head. Once that advantage is achieved, we only need to draw in the final round to qualify from the group. The opportunity to hold your destiny in your hands has arrived, and everything depends on your own efforts, and you don't have to look at other people's faces at all. The coach continued the lineup from the previous game, with the only variable being the replacement of Luka with Xiaoqi.

No one would have imagined that Zhao Rui's attack in the twelfth minute completely changed the situation of the game. His progress was evident and he was able to spot the timing of his abandonment, kicking the ball out of bounds with precision, only to be bumped into the arms by an oncoming striker. After falling, he twisted his ankle. According to the rules, a goalkeeper is injured and the game is suspended until he can continue to play or be replaced by a substitute after receiving medical treatment.

But we don't have a substitute goalkeeper. We haven't been able to recruit a new goalkeeper this year. There used to be three goalkeepers, we couldn't use them, it was a luxury to think about. And as soon as I was injured, all the burden fell on Zhao Rui's head, and there was no one behind him.

Zhao Rui's injury was not light, and the school doctor sprayed him with a burst of smoke-like medicine and then made a gesture to the coach to make a substitution. Who can I replace? I wasn't in the squad and even if I were substituted, the team would have lost 3-0 after the game for using players who weren't on the squad. I knew that I should have asked the coach to help me sign up, but at this time it was useless to say anything. It was Xiao Qi who took the initiative to stand up, he was not short, his body movements were more flexible, and he was willing to make a cameo appearance as a goalkeeper. The coach agreed, and asked Luka to warm up, ready to let him replace the injured Zhao Rui and push Xiao Qi to his original position.

But Zhao Rui shook her head stubbornly when she walked to the coach with the help of the school doctor and teammates. I'll rest for a while, just for a while, and as long as I can get on, I'll definitely go back. He said lightly, flicking his arms away from the arms that were holding him. With stubborn and resolute steps, a man tries to walk on the runway. The coach didn't say a word and didn't bring on Luka. It's a game of seven or eight on the court for the time being. We pinned our hopes on the sidelines, and everyone was waiting, waiting for a miracle to happen from Zhao Rui.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. My arm doesn't hurt anymore, and even if I can't be the main force, I should step up to the rescue at this time. And now I can't do anything but stare blankly at Zhao Rui's tentative walk. His head hung slightly, his teeth were clenched, his eyes were like torches, like a toddler, serious and hard. Remember that childhood fairy tale? "Daughter of the Sea" is a mermaid. The witch gave her the potion to turn into a human, but her foot hurt like a knife with every step she took. Probably Zhao Rui is walking on the tip of a knife now. He didn't say a word, and if he shouted pain, the coach would definitely not let him continue to play. This guy doesn't lie, but he knows how to hide. I won't hide anything else, I will only hide my pain. Walking without sound, recovery without existence, he was trying his best to get used to the pain as quickly as possible, to get used to it enough for him to run and move forward.

"Ruirui, don't force it. Please. ”

I ran to him and grabbed the trembling body.

"I understand. It's okay, I'm going to go and tell the coach right away, I'm OK. He whispered in my ear, "You can get used to me once, and you will have a chance." When you come back, I'm going to give you back what belongs to you. ”

He smiled at the sluggish me, tugged my right arm hard, touched my hanging palm by the way, and then suddenly switched to a resolute and resolute step, and walked towards the coach's seat like a soldier rushing to the front.

But before he could get back on the pitch, we conceded a goal. After all, the number of people on the field was at a disadvantage, and Yuki seized this moment to launch a fierce attack. There is one less person on the left side, obviously having to expand the defensive area, but also leaving a lot of space behind him. Yuki chased and hit our left half hard, and finally caused a clear foul in front of the penalty area. A yellow card and a well-placed set-piece. It was when Zhao Rui walked to the coach's side that the junior who had shot the "Cloud Piercing Arrow" at the end of the game opened his bow and arrows again, his shot crossed the human wall, Xiao Qi made a side pounce, and the ball hit his arm and bounced into the net. As a cameo goalkeeper, this is the best reaction he can make. The students rushed to celebrate again, as if they had already qualified for victory and promotion. Xiao Qi hammered the turf hard, and the unwilling bitter taste overflowed into the throats of each of us. No one blamed him, everyone shouted at him and pounced well. Xuexue, who continued to serve as the captain, pulled him up, and Zhao Rui also walked to the door. It doesn't matter, the game just started, we did it last time, we can do it this time, we can chase it back. As they said this, Xiao Qi took off his gloves and brought them to Zhao Rui.

It's another 0:1 start. There is nothing to blame for everyone's performance this time, and there is more helplessness behind the goal. Perhaps the most blameworthy of blame is the self who can't fight for his life. In the dressing room at halftime, I didn't say anything, just sat silently with Miller and let him kick my heel low with the tip of his shoe. Everyone was silent, but they were all holding their breath. Finish the game with this score and we will miss out on the quarter-finals. It would be too embarrassing to lose like this. The fighting spirit is burning quietly, and the first to speak is Mingming, who received his fourth yellow card of the season today, which means that he will not be able to play in the final round of the group against the outside school.

This is my last race of the year. He said. I've had a lot of problems this season and I've been embarrassed when I played in the school. Maybe you think I'm a little soft, but in the last half hour, I'm going to try my best to win the game with everyone.

Right! It's all about being desperate! The man who got married must be celebrating in the locker room now. Dream on! Xuexue jumped up from the bench suddenly. Don't think it's stable! One middle school can't be nested even if you die!

Zhao Rui's feet are still covered with ice packs, and Mu Zheng is also receiving treatment at this moment. We have to win, for everyone, and for ourselves. With this in mind, we launched a counteroffensive with the last of our strength. The battered hunter still clenched his shotgun and steadily filled it with the remaining gunpowder; The dismounted cavalry supported himself on his legs, drew his short sword and continued to fight on foot. We put all our energy into it, running and pressing endlessly, it was a one-off attack that bordered on despair, we let go of all our baggage, and there was only one way to go in front of us: scoring and reversing. Most of the teammates on the field have experienced the fierce knockout battle last year, and they have some experience in facing this brutal situation against the wind. The students who are all freshmen in junior high school, and when they play smoothly, they tend to kick better and better, and they are somewhat unprepared for this kind of desperate onslaught. We took the lead and equalised five minutes into the second half, when Miller headed the ball to the middle at the back post, Yan Xi's shot hit the crossbar, but the follow-up Gakuhaku broke through the city with a bold follow-up shot. However, after the goal was completed, skirmishes broke out on the field. Xuexue, who didn't celebrate, wanted to run into the net and get the ball out, which he usually did, but this time the goalkeeper fell to the ground and hugged the ball in his arms, like protecting an inviolable treasure. Seeing Xuexue bow his head and take the ball out of his arms, he yelled, and the players on both sides rushed into the door in an instant, thinking that Xuexue had made some moves. A rush of pushing and accusations was inevitable, and the strings on both sides were tightened to the maximum as the score returned to the same running line, and the slightest movement could cause the powder keg to explode. The referee did not patiently listen to the explanations of both sides, nor did he ask the linesman, and each played 50 boards to show a yellow card to the goalkeeper and Xuexue respectively. Perhaps the goalkeeper's goal was achieved, the time was delayed, and the core of our midfield received a yellow card for no reason.

For Yuki, a draw is an acceptable result, but a loss would mean a complete loss of the initiative to qualify. We raised the intensity to the level of the knockout rounds and they obviously couldn't handle it. When fighting for their own survival, people are always willing to do whatever it takes, and often they don't care so much about the means. It's human instinct. As the intensity of the game increased and the physical strength decreased, the physical movements of both sides became larger and larger. Although the rules of the Mayor's Cup explicitly state that tackles are not allowed, the actual game is always different from the rule book. Our ball carrier came close to getting tackles on the ground a couple of times, and the movement wasn't as big as the one I got out of control, and he went for the ball, but it was still a bit shocking to watch. The players on the bench stood on the sidelines, protesting from time to time to the fourth official and the bench opposite, asking whether they wanted to play football or kick people. Not to be outdone, the bench on the opposite side was also compared with boos and gestures. Although the coach asked everyone to sit back in their seats several times, the smoke was already starting to rise in their heads. On two occasions, the referee even ran to the sidelines to remind the coaches and substitutes on both sides to return to their positions.

A big clash finally broke out in the fiftieth minute. Yan Xi burst into the box with the ball from the wing, and once again used a wonderful "Marseille round" to get past the defender, and was about to get a good opportunity to shoot or pass, but the central defender slid towards him. Yan Xi fell in the penalty area, but the referee didn't say anything. But Xuexue, who stepped forward to participate in the attack, cleverly intercepted the uncontrolled ball, and was about to shoot with his feet, but the defender's back had already arrived, and he rushed sideways towards him, like an angry bull.

It's killing. The referee's whistle finally sounded, and his hand pointed to the penalty spot. Ke Xuexue and Yan Xi both fell in the penalty area, and everyone rushed there as soon as possible, including the players on the benches on both sides. We are looking at the situation of our peers, and we may be worried that our teammates will be disadvantaged by our outnumbered people. Yan Xi didn't have any problems, and after a while, he stood up on his own.

And learning is not. It was much more terrifying than the last, and a thick streak of blood hung straight down his forehead, through his cheek, and crawled to his chin. This time, it was useless to cover his face, his right eye was so bloody that he couldn't open it, maybe it was a scarlet blur in front of him. He didn't say anything, touched his face very indifferently, looked at the damp red on his hands, looked down at the blood-soaked white clothes, and made an elbow raise motion to the referee, signaling the referee that the opponent had elbow strikes. All of his calm movements happened in the midst of the arguments and pushes between the players on both sides of us, I don't remember exactly, the scene was too chaotic, and finally the coach rushed to the field to maintain order. It seems that Brother Chuan, Lao Ye and Mi Le have all eaten yellow cards, Le Ben and Xu Mu on the bench have also eaten, and there are also three or four cards on Jieqi's side. I don't know how the referee played the cards, Xu Mu didn't push or scold people at all, but just came to help Xuexue. Presumably, the law enforcers are giving it to whoever hasn't eaten the cards yet. He didn't show a red card, and he didn't let anyone turn two yellows into one red, and the number of people on both sides was still equal.

You can only beat people like this with an elbow, I don't know. We won the penalty, but the blood was still running from our penalty taker's forehead, and his right eye was still covered in blood, and for a moment I thought he had been stabbed in the eye. It was a terrible idea, and I was even more afraid that he would hide a situation that was even more terrible than I had imagined.

Ye Ruiyang, I'll leave it all to you. I'll come when I go. These were his last words before he walked off the field to be treated. Ye Ruiyang picked up the ball and walked to the penalty spot. Another life-or-death moment.

This is only a temporary stop and bandage, and you will have to go to the hospital for stitches later. The school doctor wrapped circles and loops of bandages around Xuexue's head on the bench, like a Japanese samurai, and a little more wrapped around it would be an Arab.

He who knows, he knows. Thank you, teacher. He smiled and licked his lips.

Mr. Wang, let's change people. The school doctor cut off the bandages, glued them together, and looked back at the coach.

No, teacher, let's change Xiao Qi first, he can't run anymore, I can still run!

When he heard this, Ye Ruiyang's shot had already run to the upper right side of the goal. The ball hung in the dead corner, not giving the opponent a chance, and the goalkeeper of Yuqi was really stunned and did not react. It's a penalty with perfect angles and power, and the slightest mistake can send you off. After the goal, Lao Ye ran to the bench and pointed to Xuexue who made a penalty, and the two hugged each other. It was also taking advantage of this opportunity that Xuexue applied to the referee to return to the game. Suddenly I found that the jersey he was wearing was spotless, and the number 21 was printed on the back, which must have just been borrowed from the junior on the bench while we were not paying attention. His right eye was also cleaned by the school doctor, and he blinked again with vigour. When he got back on the pitch, his first touch of the ball was a desperate header. His head bloomed once, and he dared to continue fighting with his bandaged head. The muffled sound of the ball coming down echoed in the stadium where the sun was gradually setting westward, like the cry of sprinkling a handful of loess onto the majestic mountains and rivers after a long time in ancient times. "Don't Yan Dan here, the strong man is rushing to the crown. In the past, there were no people, and today the water is still cold. Because of the bandage, Xuexue's hair was pushed up and flew with the end of the bandage, and there was really that kind of "angry hair rushing to the crown" momentum, but the face was an ordinary state, more shocking than any expression. I couldn't help but shiver a little, as if I was on the shore of the easy water of the generous song of sorrow. In this life-and-death battle, my companions are truly ruined, like an old knight on a thin horse with rusty armor and rushing to the giant-like windmill at sunset. Knowing that he can't do it, although tens of millions of people go to me, even if they are torn to pieces by windmills, they will not give an inch. Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. It is probably in the running of this green field that there are majestic mountains and rivers and twinkling sun, moon and stars.

Luka came on the scene, and it was Xiao Qi who was replaced. Once again, our attack was pushed to the front, Miller swept the low ball from the right in front of the goal, Yan Xi cleverly leaked, the ball was not touched by anyone, Luca caught it this time and pushed it decisively. The ball flew towards the goal, and the goalkeeper was too late to reach the ball from behind the goal line. It didn't work, the ball crossed the goal line in its entirety and his team-mates in the box saw it clearly and ran straight towards Luka to celebrate his first goal on the soil. It was also the first goal scored by the freshmen, which was a lot later than last season, but it came at the right time to seal the win for us. Xiao Qi also happily jumped to my side.

But what's wrong? The referee didn't blow the whistle! I didn't put my finger in the middle circle either! Yuki Middle School had already gotten the ball and was passing it quickly to the front court. Their strikers were directly facing our backline after receiving the ball and sprinting forward on the right. Obviously he didn't dare to make too many moves, so he could only press as hard as he could. The opponent's new striker took advantage of his fitness and speed to complete the strong eat, penetrated our defense, and was about to enter the penalty area to form a single knife, and at the last moment, a not very tall figure rushed to the scene and brought down the opponent neatly on the edge of the penalty area. One foul, but still relatively clean, the opposing player got up quickly after the fall and was not injured.

It's learning. It took a long time for him to finish the foul before the referee trotted all the way to the scene of the incident (our team was chasing him for an explanation). Xuexue was the last defender and ruined the opposition's scoring chances. Probably knowing the fate that awaited him, he turned around helplessly, and the tired sun slammed loosely on the jersey, which was much fatter than his body. The card, as red as blood, shimmered blindingly in the sun. He sacrificed himself. [1]

But it shouldn't be like this! Luka's shot had crossed the goal line and I could see it clearly from the sidelines, and several of the defenders who had finished the goal stopped and clutched their heads in disappointment. The ball was fished out of the goal by the goalkeeper! Our players surrounded the referee and the score should have been 3-1 but it was still the same and we were even sent off for it. However, the referee shook his head coldly and warned Ye Ruiyang, who spoke the loudest, that if he questioned the referee, he would show him a second yellow card.

"No more. Keep it well. Xuexue pulled Ye Ruiyang away from the referee, took off the armband, and carefully wrapped it around his arm. Ye Ruiyang nodded vigorously, Xuexue slapped him on the shoulder, and walked off the field silently in the slanting sunlight.

I went on to learn. The bandages that were originally clean around were also a lot darker, and a trace of red was secretly oozing out. At this moment near evening, Xuexue contributed everything he had, and no matter how much he could, he couldn't give more. We can still lead and we can still hold our destiny firmly in our hands. When I caught his wounded and tired body, my nose was so painful.

"Let's go to the hospital." Xu Mu touched his little face. He shook his head and said he would wait until the last few minutes were over. Also, don't tell any of you Mu Zheng, okay? He instructed.

"Beautiful!" Our bench erupted in cheers, and Zhao Rui lived up to Xuexue's sacrifice, dragging his injured foot to save a free kick from Jieqi Middle School. After three things, the "Cloud Piercing Arrow" failed to cross his ten-finger pass after all. There will be six minutes of stoppage time in the second half. Yue Yin walked to us after the broadcast. I pulled a pack of napkins out of my pocket and handed it to her. After wiping her eyes, she looked at the pitch-black passage at the exit of the court, and there was a shadow leaning against the wall lonely, looking at the green field from afar, like a ghost who did not want to return to another world. That's learning. According to the rules, a player who has been sent off with a red card is not allowed to sit on the bench. He can only watch over us in the silence and shadow there, like a man who has been forced to leave us and is unwilling to disappear.

Fortunately, football is not a real war, and no one will really die.

What should I tell Mu Zheng? If only the sacrifice of learning could help us win. I slapped my thigh hard. It's that I'm so useless, I just complain, I just find other reasons. But it's not fair, it's not fair at all. In this game, we were the better team but we didn't win.

It was the last few minutes of stoppage time when Yuki's wide attack was pushed to the edge of the box and their wide player crossed with his feet, and Luka jumped up in the box to block it. The ball hit his body and went out of the line. The referee's whistle blew and it was a corner. If we hold on, we'll be second in the group.

But the man in black pointed to the penalty spot. At that moment, my blood clotted all over my body.

"Are you blind? It's endless! How much did you charge? Xiao Qi was roaring, and my ears were buzzing. I was right, Luka raised his arm when he jumped, but the cross hit his ribs unmistakably and the ball didn't even touch his hand.

Seeing this scene, everyone, including the coach, ran to the sidelines to protest. Luka spread his hands and rushed to the referee, once again explaining to the referee in his very unskilled Chinese, that he did not hit the hand, not at all. The referee shook his head in disbelief, still pointing his finger to the twelve-yard point, like a statue of steel forged from steel. The striker picked up the ball and raced for it in our box, but everyone didn't disperse. In desperation, Luka lifted his jersey with so much force that he almost tore it open, desperately poking at the bottom of his chest. There is indeed a slight redness in the rib cage area, probably where it has just been stuffed by the ball. It definitely hurts. However, the enforcer frowned impatiently and showed him a yellow card. Today, we only have Yan Xi and Zhao Rui, who have not received yellow cards. Eight yellows and one red, more than we ate when we played in the creek - we were at least convinced in that game.

And the second red card came. Some of the team members made a "shhh Frankly speaking, this kind of action to provoke the opponent is very "smart", which can make the opponent lose control, make an uncool move, and consume the enemy to a greater extent. Xiao Qi really got into the trap, he rushed to Jieqi's bench and quarreled with them. It took me a lot of effort to pull him back, and he was still babbling and scolding the referee, repeating the words "blind" and "collecting money". The referee must have heard it, "even if it is far away, it will be punished", and the bench is not a place outside the law. He slowly walked to the sidelines, and took out the red card that he had shown to us once from his pocket in front of Xiao Qi.

"How can there be such a referee? Punishment punishment, you punish us all! Yue Yin stuffed the camera to Xu Mu, squatted down by himself, and buried his face in his knees. If you have the ability, you can punish me too. Her voice was very small, probably because she was afraid that the players on the field would hear it and affect her emotions. Boss Yue, who is usually omnipotent and resourceful, was so helpless when he was wronged, Xu Mu could only squat aside and slowly stroke her trembling back, comforting her who was sobbing in a low voice. It's not that Yue Yin hasn't shed tears, but it's the first time I've seen her cry. It's good that someone didn't see it for the time being, otherwise their hearts would have been broken. I patted Xiao Qi on the back and didn't say anything. As he walked towards the exit, the shadow that had been standing there pressed its head against the wall, tapping slowly.

The whistle blows, the ball goes in. Someone stripped to celebrate again at our home stadium. The rosy jerseys were tossed onto the sky, which had not yet been painted by the setting sun, and the cheering crowd ran on the green field. Lukka fell to his knees and covered his face. The coach replaced him with Ah Hui. Luka had only played less than 10 minutes today and couldn't help but cry when he returned to the bench. Leben handed him a white towel, and he hid behind it, refusing to show his green eyes. No matter how much I rubbed his hair, it didn't help. It's not his fault at all.

Pink cherry blossoms flutter in the air, and the people on the earth are bored. We didn't say anything to the referee, not out of anger or reason, but probably just because of pride. Football is so boring, it's simply pointless. I'm talking about the football that's still rolling on the ground. We've made a lot of sacrifices, but for what? For such a black 2:2? I've always been told that adults should have a lot of them, and don't care about trivial things. I was also taught that you will have more opportunities in the future, much better than now. There is also a saying that you should find more of your own shortcomings and don't blame others. What if you're strong enough, if it's unfair? Who hasn't come over like this? But what did those who said these things see? The sweat of day after day, the difficult moment of making a decision, the opportunity to persevere and wait for years, the expectation and hope in the hospital bed, the desire to be united, the pain in the legs and feet, and the blood that flowed from the corners of the forehead to the chin. But people may not care much about and value your love and hard work, they blow a breath, an easy miscalculation, the blink of an eye, all these are all in vain. Not only that, but they also ask you to respect the rules, respect the verdict, accept it all willingly, with a smile on your face, without the slightest hint of unhappiness. After all, it was just an insignificant game in such a vast land, too small to be remembered by anyone. There will be no live replays, no video assistant referees will intervene, and even a post-match protest will go unheeded and thrown into the trash.

Life always tramples and ravages people in the most boring and powerless way. All good hopes and expectations are just bubbles that emerge from the sea and shatter when the sun rises. It's not just hard work and diligence that can be successful. Sometimes I try my best and things get worse, joking with you in one black way after another.

And can I just stand here and watch? Luka was still crying, Xiao Qi and Xuexue were still standing in the shadow of the exit, and Zhao Rui was still dragging her injured leg to stand on the field.

Maybe the referee didn't take the money, he wasn't a black whistle, he just didn't see it clearly and decided the decision at will, or he knew there might be a problem but still stubbornly insisted on his opinion. I don't know, and I don't want to. The game is over. None of us were playing cards anymore and we were still trying to get out of the way at the end. Time is running out. We still shook hands after the game, shook hands with every opponent and referee, and walked back to the bench and dressing room like we did after every previous win or defeat. The sunset finally begins to sink, and there is nothing left, but you can't lose your self-esteem.

[1] According to the rules, if the last defender commits a foul on the attacking player from outside the penalty area, preventing the opponent from scoring, the referee will show a red card, even if the foul is not serious.

Group A Round 5

Jiangyuan No. 1 Middle School 2:2 Jieqi Middle School

No. 1 Middle School Branch 1:1 Jiangyuan Foreign School

Jiang Yuan Foreign School 3 wins, 2 draws, 0 losses, scored 13 goals, conceded 7 goals, goal difference 6 goals, total 11 points(Group qualified)

Jieqi Middle School 2 wins, 2 draws, 1 loss, scored 10 goals, conceded 10 goals, won 0 goals, accumulated 8 points

Jiang Yuan No. 1 Middle School 2 wins, 1 draws, 2 losses, scored 12 goals, conceded 11 goals, won 1 goal, accumulated 7 points

No.1 Middle School 0 wins, 1 draws, 4 losses, scored 4 goals, conceded 11 goals, goal difference -7 goals, total 1 points

Data within Jiang Yuan's No. 1 Squadron

Scorer charts

The number of goals scored by the player

Yan Xi 3

Huang Minxue 3(1)

Mu Zheng 2

Millet 2

Ye Ruiyang 2(1)

Assists

Player assists

Yan Xi 3

Millet 2

Huang Minxue 1

Xiao Qi 1