"Sit down, everyone, get some rest, and listen to me......"

When I got back to the locker room, I was going to have my bones scattered. Almost desperately, we didn't let Kitagawa expand the score to 2:0, and Xuexue fell to the ground with the opposing player after a head-to-head confrontation. Beichuan's classmates didn't have much of a problem, and they were helped to the sidelines in a daze, but Xuexue was carried away on a stretcher. Lying on it, he couldn't even answer us, shocking, even though what happened a month later was much more horrific than that. The assistant teacher followed, and when he returned to the locker room, the coach received a call from him. It's not dangerous, but I can't come back. It's incredible, in the team, he seems to be a brick of the revolution forever, wherever he needs to move, as long as the team needs it, he can play in any position. What's more, he is like a banner, he will never fall, even if his head is broken and his body is bruised, he will not even cry out in pain.

Yet today we have lost even our learning. I know that only when I really can't get up will Xuexue fall helplessly.

"Although we are still behind, although we have conceded a goal, Kitagawa still can't crush you. We didn't collapse. The coach's voice was much softer before the game, "As an elder, I have experienced a lot more games than you. Responsibly speaking, such an offensive and pressing cannot last the whole game. The opponent's attack was desperate, one-off, and they played all the best cards in their hand to crush us in one fell swoop.

"Everyone is tired, I know you are tired now, but Beichuan is more tired than you. Their physical strength does not last long, fifteen minutes at most. We're going to carry it down. They are using their bodies to fight against our psyche, waiting for our psyche to collapse first. But as long as we don't collapse ourselves, it's their physical strength that collapses!

'I know we didn't have a shot on goal in the first half. It's nothing, it's not a shame to not shoot, it's a shame to be eliminated by a reversal. But as long as there is an opportunity, resolutely attack! The opponent's back line is pressed very forward, and there is a lot of space behind him, as long as there is a chance to score a goal, the game will be completely out of suspense! What you can do, it's also difficult to play a foreign school away, we have carried it, and we can carry it today! ”

"Absolutely! It's just to fight harder than anyone! Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the side, suddenly stood up, as excited as ever, but this time he said it much more clearly, "And me!" There are also seniors and everyone in the first year of junior high school! As long as we play, we will fight ten times or a hundred times more than the opposite side! ”

"There is also a study of Mu Zheng." Xu Mu added, "Although they are not here. ”

After the calm encouragement and high encouragement, the tense and stiff muscles seemed to relax a lot, in fact, more because we sat down to rest. The coach rearranged the line-up and there was no doubt that Miller would be on the pitch, but our formation remained the same. Stay safe. Before I got on the court, I bent my knees slightly and pressed my forehead to Miller's cheek in the aisle. Get up, like a little daughter-in-law, who am I! Protect yourself, and our gates! He pretended to be arrogant and pushed me away, not forgetting to push me twice with his knee behind him. I shuddered, but my heart was much more steady.

And I'm on the goal line now. After the start of the second half, Kitagawa attacked our goal frantically with a continuous offensive as before. An Dongyou dribbled all the way, passed Yan Xi, who was returning to defense, and Mi Le, who was making up for defense, and entered the penalty area one way, and was put down by Ah Hui who arrived from behind when he wanted to shoot. The penalty was indisputable and we didn't go to the referee to argue it. And the moment they heard the referee's whistle, Beichuan's players once again erupted into tsunami-like cheers, their faces were red and their voices were hoarse, and the sound that fissioned out from their hearts seemed to have equalized the total score.

Keko, it's up to you. Millet grabbed me. I pounced on it two years ago, and it's no problem this year. Lao Ye also said the same. It's okay if we can't save, we can score and we can defend. Obviously, it seems to be more in line with my mood at this moment. Kitagawa's celebration after winning the penalty made me feel soothed after I was overwhelmed. What I had been worried about for a long time was coming, but it calmed me down, so calm that I was a little deaf to the joy of their penalty. Maybe I knew I had a chance to turn the tide on my own. The aggregate score is still 2:1, and the penalty kick after a few tens of seconds may determine the trend of the game, just like a fortress or a battle for the commanding heights in a battle. We still had the advantage to force Kitagawa to score at all costs, and the loud celebration after the penalty sent a pent-up emotion that was on their side before the ball went into the net. Too good an opportunity can bring the burden of having to succeed.

Both sides handed out all their chips and entered a one-on-one duel. In this moment, victory will depend on the will and ability of both individuals. In the past, I would be nervous and wonder if I had such a right. But now standing in front of the goal, even if there is no poem on the gloves I am wearing today, I am confident that I can carry all the hopes of my teammates.

Take it easy. Subconsciously poked the captain's armband on his arm, and I saw Uchida Takatoku walking to the penalty spot with the ball in his arms, and I looked into his eyes with a smile on my face. He kept his head down and didn't look at me.

My arms were spread out, and he was running, a little sluggish and bulky, probably a slight incongruity after his fitness dropped. After a year and a half, I faced a penalty kick again at the home of Kitagawa Middle School, and like a seasoned and precise hunter, I saw through all the movements of my prey the moment Uchida started. "I'll see you all the way to the end", so much so that you can tell exactly how the joints will twist and where the ball will fly out. There was no suspense, I saved his penalty to the right and quickly got up and took the ball in my arms, leaving him with no chance. [1]

The teammates were about to hug up in celebration, and Kitagawa's classmates all hugged their heads in chagrin and told everyone with their expressions that their worst fears had happened after countless secret prayers.

The referee's whistle blew.

As if turning history backwards, he signaled for a heavy penalty kick.

I moved ahead of schedule? Didn't put your foot on the goal line? I don't know, I didn't pay much attention to this issue. Kitagawa's players are like grass that has regained its vitality, and they all stand up energetically. Of course, our players can't be convinced, and they have to ask the referee for an explanation, and the first to bear the brunt are naturally Mi Le and Lao Ye. I nudged them away, there was no need to argue about it, especially at the risk of a yellow card.

"Don't worry, I can still pounce. I'll make a 100 saves when I kick 100 times. ”

Almost jumped from the line of the penalty area to the front of the door, and I didn't know that I thought I was praised by all the teachers. Seeing that Uchida Takatoku was putting the ball back to the penalty spot, perhaps because of an inspiration, I walked up to him and said one of the few Japanese I know - "だいじょうぶ", which is written in kanji as if it were "big husband", which should mean "it's okay", which I learned when watching anime. He smiled at him again, and his eyes wandered, just a quick glance at me.

I'm no longer the little boy who can only cry. As my buddies say, I'm a captain you can always trust, a wall that makes your opponents go back in vain and sigh, and a fighter who fights to the end as long as I'm on the field. In the 12-yard one-on-one game, I was the nemesis of penalty kicks and the nightmare that strikers couldn't overcome.

Uchida restarted the run, and he switched to small steps, grinding and scribbling to get close to the ball that was quietly at the penalty spot. Psychological warfare, a test of patience, maybe he wanted to make the goalkeeper can't hold back and make a save first, so as to trick me into the opposite direction. I was still smiling, unmoved, not even spreading my arms, but with my hands on my waist, as if he would stay still when he suddenly hit the ball into the net.

He didn't make any saves because he guessed he was going to hit the middle. As a result, it failed to touch the ball, and it flew into the sky. I would still shout and celebrate when I saved Ah Hua's penalty, but at this point I just smiled faintly as if nothing had happened.

I won. Grinding his teeth secretly, he listened to the sound of solid rubbing that only he could hear.

The situation is about to change.

Kitagawa still did not slow down their offensive. But compared to before, there is a little bit of discouragement. They probably had almost twenty shots on goal, including a penalty, and only scored one goal in the end. Uchida's body is even more bulky, he is already tall, and he is desperately trying to grab a half, and he will always be unable to do it, not to mention that he is always restricted, making it difficult for his every move to be carried out smoothly. But he still sent a wonderful through stopper, Andong You, who won the ball, flashed out of the space on the right side of the penalty area and kicked the goal, but Luka and Lao Ye both fell to the ground desperately to block, building two great walls of flesh and blood in front of me and the goal. The ball bounced between their legs and feet and bounced far into the goal. The penalty saved was certainly a shot in the arm for all of us, and maybe a bit of adrenaline, and the excitement felt on our side. The defense is full of passion, and the Tarzan outside of the passion is equally shocking. In the battle between body and mind, the scales have quietly tilted in favor of the other side.

Anton-woo's corner kick was taken, Uchida's header was crossed, and there was a chaotic battle in the penalty area, and Kitagawa's full-back got the ball and shot at goal. With little time to judge, I reached out with my right foot to block the shot from close range, and Limbo followed up with a follow-up shot, this time with a straight shot, and I was once again denied the goal. I made two saves with just my gut instinct, and when the ball was cleared off the touchline, I could hear several Kitagawa players shaking their heads and sighing in unison.

Do you still have the confidence to break the door? After this save, perhaps in front of goal, all the opponent could touch was empty despair.

At this time, the signal of substitution sounded on the sidelines. Our second card was played, No. 17 Xiao Qi came on the field, replacing No. 22 He Honghui, who had more physical exertion. Xiao Qi brought the time left in the game: twelve minutes. In addition, it is the signal of the change of formation: changed to a back four, Brother Chuan returned to the midfield to sweep, and added a fast counterattack point in the front.

Kitagawa, who struggled to find a breakthrough on the offensive end, gradually struggled with the passage of time, and Uchida Takatoku and Andong Woo were still fighting in the frontcourt, but their physical strength was obviously unsustainable. Even if you retain your unwilling fighting spirit and ideals, when your body can't catch up with your soul, all you can feel is helplessness. After finishing a defence, I tossed the ball to Miller, who quickly exited the box, who slammed past a pressing opponent and delivered a long ball. Yan Xi, who had been restricted for the whole game, received the pass and galloped forward, while the defending Beichuan defenders had to fight to get closer to him and wait for his teammates to come from behind. The two opponents were almost hopeless and helpless by Yan Xi to the vicinity of Beichuan's penalty area.

Yan Xi wanted to pass the ball, but the ball bounced back after being blocked by the opponent. This unintentional move made everyone witness the most wonderful performance they could see on the Mayor's Cup stage in their lives. There are only a handful of professional players who can make this kind of action, and it is really difficult to predict how many magic weapons Yan Xi has in his arsenal, and the imagination and beauty of this action are like a heavenly horse flying high in the night sky. Yan Xi twisted his left foot weirdly and magically behind his right leg, and with a dexterous slick of it, the ball that rolled to the right side of his body unexpectedly passed through the gap between the two defenses. A player in a white shirt arrived as promised, and he didn't stop the ball and fired a fierce shot at the slowly rolling ball. Like a bright meteor, the black and white ball flew to the upper right corner of the Beichuan gate, with a slight fall. The goalkeeper stretched his body in the air to the extreme, perhaps only touching the edge of the ball, like dust in the universe grazing a passing meteor, and there is no possibility of changing its trajectory.

This could be the goal that ends the suspense! Xiao Qi, who scored this wonderful world wave, still has enough physical energy to run between us from the front of Beichuan's penalty area, and was knocked down by everyone to celebrate. The spring that was pressed to the extreme finally bounced up, and the bottom force it possessed was fully released, and the gas ran through Changhong. Just know you can do it! I shouted this close to his ear, afraid that I would not deaf him. It's also funny, but I was more excited about the combination and the goal than the pun. Xiao Qi hugged me tightly, this little boy who had told me countless times that he wanted to contribute to the team finally fulfilled his promise, the symmetrical dimple was sweet and cute when he laughed, and he couldn't help but want to poke it twice.

For the home side, the goal meant they had to score three goals in a row with 10 minutes remaining, and their fitness and mental strength were probably not enough. Uchida gasped for air after running, not to mention Andong Woo and Limpo who gritted their teeth and persisted. After one pass, the Korean, who had no physical contact with our player, fell to the ground, clutching his calf in pain, but still shouting in Chinese to leave me alone and keep going. But everyone stopped, and his teammate kicked the ball off the sideline to end the game. It is estimated that he was strained, and he could not stand up, so the stretcher entered the field for the second time. With a black veil in his hands, he was probably more eager than anyone else to win, eager to point his finger to the sky, but now he could only be carried out on a stretcher. Without a goal or an assist, there won't even be a team victory. Although there will be qualifying if he loses, for him, the junior high school competition is destined to end in this way. His back was slightly rickety in the spring sun, somewhat desolate and lonely.

Miller throws the ball out of bounds and returns possession to the opponent with a big kick, which is sportsmanship – when a game that has been suspended due to injury resumes to normal, the ball must be given to the team in possession of the ball. There was sporadic applause in the stands, a recognition of the visitors' sportsmanship. Whether it is the team, the venue or the audience, Beichuan Middle School has always been so "professional". And this is the last time we set foot in this stadium in junior high school, and when we come back here, time will pass by at least another two years. For Luca, I'm afraid it's the only time in this life. The game was almost over, and the 1:1 score gave me a few seconds to sigh. What a tough and great opponent.

But until the last second, the game won't be over. Beichuan has not completely given up, and their futile attack has left a trace of tragedy when the mountains and rivers are exhausted. Xu Mu replaced Yan Xi in stoppage time, and her first touch of the ball after coming on was a header in front of Uchida. Looking at her unswervingly taking away the ball, as the best player in the past finals, Uchida Gaode's face was only left with a helpless, calm and bitter smile. Xiao Qi won the ball in the ensuing scramble and passed the ball to Miller on the right. Another violent man-ball split, and the Beichuan midfielder, who was exhausted of oil, was powerless to stop Miller's furious advance on the side. It was all about speed, Miller slotted from midfield to the right side of the box, led past a defender who had picked up and sent an inverted triangle pass with his injured right foot. The central number 10 was cut into the box, and the confidence he found in the last game has not been worn out by time for months.

Luka's stop was a bit hasty, but there were no close-fitting players around him. His subtle movement earned him the chance to play one-on-one against the goalkeeper. There are countless options, and after comfortably adjusting the ball to his feet, he slams it straight over. Like a cannonball, the ball slammed into the edge of the net, and it seemed that the whole goal was going to be carried up by a huge momentum. If Xiao Qi's goal was the passing of a meteor, Luka's goal to completely kill the game was the impact of a meteorite. The little prince, with the chestnut hair, ran a few steps to the midfield after breaking the goal, and then happily lay down on the ground and turned over, like the spring bear who learned the doctrine. After Xiao Qi and Mi Le picked him up from the ground, I seemed to see some of the happiest smiling faces in the world. Like an old man, I actually felt that my first-year classmates had finally taken over our mantle. And we have crossed the defending champion and continued our goals and footsteps.

The spring breeze blows, and the rise and fall change is only in the blink of an eye. The referee hasn't blown the whistle for the end of the game yet, but at this moment, maybe he can say this: goodbye, former kings, it is your strength that urges us to become stronger. Thanks to our victory over you, I am confident that we will be able to reach the finals in the future and lift a trophy that our predecessors have never lifted.

[1] "I look at you to the end at a glance" is from Liang Shiqiu's "One of My Chinese Language Teachers", which is the words of Liang Shiqiu who was criticized by Xu Jincheng in class when he was eighteen or nineteen years old. Because this essay has been selected for textbooks, Ke Ke will play this meme.

The first round of the Jiangyuan Mayor's Cup knockout round

Upper half

Jiangyuan Foreign School 4:2 Taodu Middle School (total score 6:2)

No.54 Middle School 2:0 Xiling Middle School (total score 4:1)

Lower half

Beichuan Middle School 1:2 Jiangyuan No. 1 Middle School (total score 1:4)

Polytechnic High School 4:1 Jiangyuan No. 3 Middle School (total score 5:2)

Final four matchups

Fifty-four Middle School VS Jiang Yuan Foreign School

Jiangyuan No. 1 Middle School VS Science and Technology High School

Data within Jiang Yuan's No. 1 Squadron

Scorer charts

The number of goals scored by the player

Yan Xi 4

Millet 3

Huang Minxue 3(1)

Mu Zheng 2

Ye Ruiyang 2(1)

Luca 2

Heming Ming 1

Xiao Qi 1

Assists

Player assists

Yan Xi 5

Millet 4

Huang Minxue 1

Xiao Qi 1

Heming Ming 1