World's No.1 Football Manager

Chapter 100 One "Ah" Three Deeds

When the clock of the game reached the 83rd minute, the score on the field was rewritten again.

Modu Sanjin took a corner kick, and there was a scuffle in the penalty area. Multiple consecutive shots were blocked and blocked. The ball rolled around in the crowd like a billiard ball, and finally was blasted by the Modu Sanjin striker and flew into the net.

2: 3!

There are still 10 minutes in the game including injury time.

Thunderous cheers erupted from the stands, and the fans of Shanghai Magic City went crazy. They were so depressed before, but now they are so excited!
The magic city commentator has completely forgotten his neutral status as a game commentator, and is also shouting hoarsely: "There is still a chance! There is still time! The momentum is now on our side! Come on! Don't give up!"

On the court, the three gold players in Shanghai did not celebrate too much. The forward who scored the goal hugged the ball, rushed to the center line, and placed the ball on the serving point in the shortest time.

Gao Yuan stood on the sidelines blankly, in a daze.It's not that he wasn't nervous, if his heart had reached his throat just now, it must have jumped from his chest to his mouth by now.

The reason why he was in a daze was because he really had never experienced such a scene.Not long ago, he was just a young fan, but now he is standing on the coaching bench of the highest level of football in the country, and he is under unprecedented pressure.

Once upon a time, Gao Yuan, an angry youth, also criticized those coaches who did not act, act slowly, and act recklessly at the last moment of the game.But at this moment, facing the test of the life and death of the team and the unprecedented pressure, he only wanted to figure out one thing in his mind:

who I am?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 mind suddenly flashed a comment from “Shark” O’Neal that he had read a long time ago for no reason: “The head coach and general manager of every team will often be “pointed out” by some guys. These guys can’t even do the simplest dribble, and they jump out to accuse a professional coach who has been in office for many years.

When I was playing, I used to hear people say to me: Hey!Shaq, my grandma shoots free throws better than you, and your free throws are a piece of shit.Well, if you were me, standing in the center of the court with tens of thousands of people screaming, and you just got knocked down by a defender at the basket, then I think you'd wet your pants as soon as you caught the ball.

Some guy plays Fantasy Basketball Manager for a few days and thinks he's a great team manager.If you're that good, why are you sitting in a shitty house watching games instead of wearing a suit and tie and attending a press conference for an NBA team? "

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

After playing Football Manager for a few days, I got an unreliable system by accident. Do you really think that you can strategize and win thousands of miles away? !Leading a bad amateur team and winning a few official games, do you really think you can punch Mourinho and kick Guardiola? !
Hehe, I used to be really stupid and naive, a frog in a well, and underestimated the heroes of the world!
It turned out that I was far from a professional coach!
squeak~~~~~~
A sharp and hasty whistle brought Gao Yuan back to reality from self-pity.

At some point, the match had restarted, and not far from him, there was another tragic scene of people turning their backs on their backs.

The one who was knocked down was still the man with kidney deficiency. He was the veritable "King of Kicking" in this game. Ever since he used his superb acting skills to touch porcelain repeatedly, he has become a thorn in the opponent's side and a thorn in his flesh.

If there are technical statistics on kicks after the game, he must be the MVP in this indicator. The number of times kicked by one person is probably more than that of the opposing team.

This time, he was still shoveled miserably. He was shoveled firmly while running at high speed, and his socks were scratched by the steel nails of the sneakers, revealing the life-saving magic of the reason why his leg was not broken-the leg guard.

But compared with his legs, his face at this moment is even more ferocious, because of the close contact between his face and the ground just now, his nose is broken and his nose is bleeding profusely.

This time it wasn't an act. In fact, he hadn't touched Ci since the start of the second half.

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

But he didn't say a word of nonsense, he wiped the nosebleed indiscriminately, and was about to kick the ball.

The referee's whistle sounded again, indicating that the man with kidney deficiency would go out and deal with the nosebleed before returning to the game.The man with kidney deficiency changed his usual accident and tact on the court, roared loudly, and argued with the referee, looking anxious and angry.

He didn't want to leave at this time.

But the arm couldn't twist the thigh, and under the stern insistence of the referee, the man with kidney deficiency quickly ran to the sidelines, but his leg was still limping after being shoveled.

Gao Yuan looked at the man with kidney deficiency from far to near in surprise, as if he didn't know this guy.

Is this still the old ball ruffian who has always been cunning and ghostly on the court?Is this still a man with kidney deficiency who doesn't take advantage of enough and is uncomfortable doing some work?
At this moment, he seemed to be different. He ran to the sidelines and snatched the mineral water in Pangdun's hand, and poured it on his bleeding nose, but his eyes were fixed on the court, and his eyes were full of anxiety and anger.

"Quick, get me the jersey and cotton wool!" The man with kidney deficiency yelled at the bench, but his eyes never left the ball on the field.

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

After a few seconds, the referee waved his hand to signal him to enter the game.

All of this adds up to only a few tens of seconds, as fast as in an F1 race, when a car pits to change a tire, the time is calculated in milliseconds.

Gao Yuan stared dumbfounded at the scene that just happened before him. It wasn't until the man with kidney deficiency rushed onto the court and contributed a flying shovel that he was sure that it was true.

It wasn't just the man with kidney deficiency. Gao Yuan looked at his other team members on the field. What surprised him was that everyone looked like a man with kidney deficiency. Instead of depression, confusion and confusion, they were replaced by determination and unwillingness.

Under such circumstances in the past, these guys on the field would involuntarily cast a questioning look at themselves, what should they do next?Is it offensive or defensive?How to attack and how to defend?But this time, everyone didn't look at Gao Yuan anymore, but stared at the direction of the ball. The light in their eyes seemed to be the desire for victory!

Competition can train players, and high-level competition can make players grow rapidly.

For a boy to become a man, what is often needed is not the accumulation of time, but the stimulation of a certain event or a certain scene.In the same way, the maturity of a player does not lie in how many years of playing football, maybe a stalemate game that is a matter of life and death is enough.

At this moment, Gao Yuan could clearly feel that the usually carefree guys under him had matured, their eyes were firm and persistent, full of desire for victory.

On the other side of them, the eyes of their opponents, the Sanjin members of the Magic City, were equally resolute.They also cannot lose, they must win, for the sake of the team's reputation and their own future.

The last ten minutes is the real decisive battle!

In the final moments of the game, the goals of the two teams were clear: to score and to prevent goals.

At this moment, it is no longer just a competition of skills and tactics, but more of a contest of will.The two sides gritted their teeth and fought hard, refusing to give in to each other.

In the frantic strangling, the whistle of the referee sounded, and the game was fragmented, but no one cared. Even the technically skilled Magic City Sanjin team, in order to seize the time, gave up the small and fast style of play, and used more long passes and long shots.

The competition of speed, the confrontation of muscles, the competition of will, the collision of bodies, pulling each other during running, strangling each other in passing.

At such a moment, football is not art, football is a war of blood and fire.

An inch of mountains and rivers is an inch of blood, a piece of greenery is a piece of soul, the greenery field is the battlefield, and the soldiers of the two teams are facing each other tit-for-tat, refusing to give up an inch of ground.

No one will remember the label of the Southern Art Team on the Shanghai Sanjin Team, and no one will deliberately remember the identity of the Quancheng Saturday amateur team.

At this moment, in everyone's eyes, these are two lone troops who meet each other on a narrow road. There are 22 fighters fighting for life and death on the field. In order to win, they are not afraid of life and death!

The corners of Gao Yuan's eyes were a little wet.He is not a sentimental person, but at this moment he is moved from the bottom of his heart.

In the past, he sneered at the saying that defeat is glorious.Young and frivolous, he felt that if he lost, he lost, and there was no glory for a loser.But at this moment, when he stood in this position, it was the first time he really realized the weight of this word.

The cruelty of the knockout is that there is always a team that cannot advance.But the two teams in front of us, no matter who fell before the finish line, are not losers. They have sublimated themselves in the game and defeated their past selves. They are all worthy of pride and pride.

No, my team can't lose!Even though this failure is still extremely glorious, we will advance to the next round with a triumphant song!
"come on!"

Gao Yuan suddenly roared like a beast on 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 are working hard on the field! We can't be idle either, 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 showed the strength of breastfeeding and shouted hysterically to cheer.

As the coach, Gao Yuan was a little sad and helpless.At this moment, the greatest help he can give the team is to be a cheerleader.

As a coach, I need to learn too much...
However, now is not the time to be sad, as long as the team can advance, let alone be a cheerleader, even striptease in front of tens of thousands of spectators, he will do it!

"Come on! Brothers, hold on!" Gao Yuan shouted hysterically with all his strength.

My teaching level is still far behind, but our voice is no worse than anyone else!

The audience at the scene were stunned.

No one has ever seen such a scene. On the bench beside the game, the coach led a group of substitute players, shouting hysterically for cheers.

It has to be said that these dozen or so big men are full of arrogance, and in addition to being closer to the venue than anyone else, they are surprisingly imposing, and they suppressed the clamor of thousands of spectators at home for a while.

Even the cameras responsible for broadcasting the game were attracted, and pointed their cameras at the group of shouting guys on the sidelines.

Seeing this scene, the commentator of Shanghai Magic City and Han Dazui were a little speechless.There was a full three seconds of silence before the commentator forced a smile and said: "The game is at the end of the game, and the on-court fight is inextricably linked. The coaches and substitutes off the court are not idle, cheering for the team with all their might. However, such a scene is really rare in the professional arena, but it is quite in line with the identity of Quancheng Saturday's amateur team..."

Han Dazui appreciates Quancheng Saturday's approach: "As the saying goes, brothers are united, and their strengths can cut gold. At the final moment of the game, it is a competition of willpower and team spirit. Compared with the players on the field, the players and coaches off the field are more nervous, but they can only stare blankly. Now they use this method to not only help their teammates, but also vent their inner tension. ! It is a beautiful landscape beside the court.”

The commentator of Magic City corrected: "Mr. Han, what you said is killing three birds with one stone, right?"

"No, it's one and three!"

"how do I say this?"

"A thief broke into the house, and you just yelled loudly. It not only strengthened your courage, but also scared the thief, and finally reminded the neighbors. Do you think it's one and three!" Han Dazui explained triumphantly.

"..."

"Don't believe it, this is my life experience. If you don't believe it, try it next time a thief breaks into your house. It will work for sure."

"..." The commentator of the Magic City held back for a long time, and finally resisted the urge to kick Han Dazui away, "Mr. Han is really experienced. Listening to your commentary can not only understand the game, but also refresh your mind, and even master safety knowledge. It really kills three birds with one stone... Oh no, one wins three!"

On the sidelines bench, Gao Yuan and others could not hear the commentator's sarcasm and ridicule.They just felt that after shouting out, they felt a lot more comfortable.It seems that every time the decibel of the sound is increased by one point, the anxiety and pressure in the heart can be relieved a little.With the selfless cheering and cheering, they are no longer spectators wandering from the sidelines of the game, but seem to be integrated with their teammates, and truly become the No.12 of the team.

So they shouted harder and more selflessly.Amid the ecstatic shouts, the game time kept passing, and before you knew it, it was approaching the end of the game.

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

3 minutes of stoppage time.

There are only 3 minutes left before the team advances.

3 minutes, 180 seconds!The dawn of victory is at hand!
(End of this chapter)