World's No.1 Football Manager

Chapter 101
Gao Yuan has never been like this moment in his life, hoping that time will pass quickly.

Under the tension, his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't even shout out to cheer up.

At this moment, he clenched his fists and clenched his teeth, like a diarrhea patient waiting in line for the toilet, his body bent, his muscles twisted, and his sweat dripping.He kept praying in his heart: Hold on!Hold on a little longer!Persistence is victory...
The two sides fighting on the court have also entered the final moment of fighting.Both sides had completely given up on the midfield competition. Except for the goalkeeper of the Shanghai Sanjin team, everyone else pressed into Quancheng Saturday's halftime, throwing long passes and playing high.

The lagging home team frantically kicked, crossed, and attacked; the leading visiting team desperately destroyed, cleared, and defended.

The ball flew back and forth in front of the penalty area, going around and around, and it seemed that it might fly into the goal at any time, but it never entered the net.

In the suffocating scramble, 3 minutes have come.The referee frequently looks at his watch, and may blow the final whistle of the game at any time.

At the last moment of this game, the Magic City Sanjin team won the final corner kick.

This is their last chance.

Almost all the players from both sides squeezed into the penalty area, and even the goalkeeper of the Shanghai Sanjin team, Liu, came to the opponent's penalty area to compete for the top.

The stadium, which had been bustling all the time, became eerily quiet at this moment.Everyone held their breath and focused their eyes on the ball that was about to be delivered.

The server makes tactical gestures, observes, runs up, kicks.

The ball drew an arc and flew towards the crowded penalty area.

In the restricted area, there was chaos.

Squeezing, scrambling, getting stuck... the hands are tearing at each other, and the feet are strangling together,
If strictly defined, everyone's actions at this time are suspected of fouling, but no one complained, no one shouted, and both sides put all their energy and last strength on the flying ball.

Facing the flying ball, several figures leaped high at the same time, or bumped or bumped or shook their heads, all trying their best to change the direction of the ball.

Watching the ball fly towards the penalty area.Like everyone on and off the court, Gao Yuan's heart stagnated for a moment.Everyone knew it would be a fateful shot.But as the coach of the Quancheng Saturday team, Gao Yuan knows better than anyone that high-altitude ball defense is the lifeblood of his amateur team.

"Push out, push out..." Gao Yuan murmured unconsciously, his eyes fixed on the football flying into the penalty area.

Suddenly, his face, which was flushed from nervousness, turned pale instantly, because in his sight, there was a scene that broke his liver and gallbladder.

Under the cover of his teammates, the central defender of the Shanghai Sanjin team finally broke through the scramble in the penalty area. He rushed to the ball first, threw his tall body like a burden, and flew to the top of the ball.

And Baresi, who was in charge of marking him in the eastern suburbs, was blocked by his opponent using the cover of his teammates. At this moment, he could only stare at the ball dumbfounded and sigh.

Because no one is marking, the movement of the top-rushing player is extremely stretched, and the tall body has an obvious hang in the air, like an eagle soaring in the sky, waiting for his prey in the air.

The ball flew in front of him, as if the prey appeared in front of his eyes, and he pushed it up with his forehead.

The trajectory of the ball's flight changed instantly, and under the action of the rushing force, it flew towards the goal.

The small goalkeeper guarding Quancheng Saturday's goal also reacted extremely quickly, and flew out sideways.

But the speed of the ball was too fast and the force was too strong. Before the goalkeeper's palm reached out, it had already passed the goalkeeper's control.

"It's over!" Everyone in Quancheng Saturday felt a chill.

"Yes!" The three gold players and all the fans in Shanghai were overjoyed.

"boom!"

A muffled sound seemed to hit everyone's hearts.

The ball passed the goalkeeper and hit the door frame hard again!
The home goal once again shut out the goal of the Shanghai Sanjin team!

In this game, the luck of the three golden teams in Shanghai is extremely weak!

"Ah!!!" There was a lament resounding through the sky from the stands at home.

Disappointment was written on the faces of the players of the Shanghai Sanjin team, and some people even collapsed on the turf.

The sky has no eyes, why should this ill-fated team suffer ruthless teasing and blows again?

The commentator of Shanghai Magic City was also extremely disappointed. He looked up to the sky and screamed in front of the commentary: "The team is dead, it is not a crime of war! This is fate..."

In stark contrast to this is the visiting team.

When the ball hit the crossbar with a heavy muffled sound, everyone in Quancheng Saturday felt like a heavy weight fell to the ground.

The last corner kick, missed!The game is won!Won!Got promoted!We have created miracles!

Whether on or off the court, the eyes of every Quancheng Saturday player sparkled instantly, and the joy of victory appeared on everyone's face.Excited roars had welled up in his throat, and they were about to burst out in the next moment.

Gao Yuan on the sidelines was also extremely excited. He clenched his fists tightly, leaped high, and punched several times in the air. The moment he landed, he was ready to rush into the field and hug his players.

However, at this moment, he saw a scene in his eyes that he will never forget.

I don’t know if it was because they were too excited because they thought they won the game, or because they were afraid of being lucky because they escaped at the last moment. In short, all the Quancheng Saturday players on the field fell into a short-circuit state collectively.

Kick it out!All it takes is a big foot to drive the ball out of the box and the game is over!
But under the lightning and flint, this idea just popped up, and I didn't even have time to shout out.

Gao Yuan saw a big man wearing the three-gold jersey of Shanghai City, rushing to the ball with lightning speed, and shot at the ball angrily.

On the left arm that this figure swung when he shot, the red captain's armband was particularly conspicuous.

Almost everyone on the field is still at a standstill at this moment. The Saturday players in Quancheng are excited and scared, and the Sanjin players in Shanghai are disappointed and regretful.

For them, the moment the ball hits the crossbar, the game is over.

However, for Zhou Tao, the game is not over yet!

Before the whistle sounded, the battle continued!
The angry shot that was close at hand, with unstoppable power and momentum.

The ball flew into the net in an instant like a meteor, leaving behind a rainbow-like afterimage in the void.

The ball flew into the net, and the referee's halftime whistle sounded.

The entire stadium seemed to have stood still in time and space, and even the air seemed to be no longer flowing, but after a moment of silence, cheers burst out like heaven and earth shattering.

At this moment, the air is trembling, as if the blue sky is burning!
The ball went in! ! !
In the last second of the game, Zhou Tao, the captain of the Shanghai Three Gold Team, scored a lore and equalized the score!

Amidst the loud cheers of the fans, the commentator of Shanghai Magic City also shouted with all his strength: "Zhou Tao has made a meritorious service! Zhou Tao has made a meritorious service! Don't give Quancheng Saturday any chance!

The great three-gold captain of Shanghai, who has inherited the glorious tradition of football in Shanghai, Fan Zhiyi, Wu Chengying, Shen Si, Qi Hong, Xie Hui, and Xu Genbao, possessed their souls at this moment!
Zhou Tao alone represents the glorious tradition of football in Shanghai. At this moment, he is not fighting alone!He's not alone..."

On the court, the Shanghai Sanjin players looked like crazy demons, screaming crazily, and rushed towards the hero of the goal—their captain—Zhou Tao.

Zhou Tao, on the other hand, had already taken the lead, rushing to the coach's bench on the sidelines, towards the man who brought him hope, faith, and fighting spirit—his coach and his elder brother—Zhu Tong.

At a distance of four or five meters from Zhu Tong, Zhou Tao, who was flying towards him, threw the coach down with a tiger pounce.

"Brat, slow down..."

As soon as Zhu Tong's voice sounded, it was drowned in the crowd who rushed over afterwards.

At the moment, there are only 11 Quancheng Saturday players left like clay sculptures and wood carvings on the court.They seemed to have been cast with a fixed spell, and they all kept the same movements they had just lost the ball, and no one moved for a long time.

They were extremely lonely, and they looked out of place against the background of the whole stadium cheering like thunder.

On the sidelines of the visiting team's bench, extreme disappointment and regret were also written on everyone's face.

Only one step away from victory, only one second away, only one big foot away from the siege.

Is the 90 minutes of hard work and the long preparation for the battle going to waste just because of this moment of negligence?

All of this may just be a gap in game experience.

What they lack is not technology, tactics, consciousness, or fighting spirit. In the final analysis, it is only the gap in game experience.As an amateur team, Quancheng did not experience life and death on Saturday, and did not really experience the cruelty of football.

After a long time, the jubilant stadium calmed down a little, but this was not the end of the hustle and bustle, but was accumulating strength for the next more violent shouting.

Because the game is not over.

Next, on this field, there will be the most exciting and cruel way to decide the game in football - penalty shootout!
The competition system of the FA Cup, there is no overtime, the regular game is tied, and the penalty shootout is directly entered.

However, inside and outside the court, almost everyone already has the answer in their hearts, and the Shanghai Sanjin team will be the winner of this tough game!
First of all, Lady Luck was on their side, and Jue Ping at the end fully demonstrated this.

Secondly, the Jueping Magic Capital Sanjin team is full of momentum and full of confidence; on the other hand, their opponents have lost any momentum after suffering such a huge blow.

Thirdly, the Shanghai Three Golden Team is a veteran professional team with a long history of battles. The shooting skills, ability, experience, and reputation of the players are far above the grassroots opponents.

Also, Da Liu, the goalkeeper of the Shanghai Sanjin team, is in good form. Although he has not experienced any tests for most of the game, the high and low blocks in the first 3 minutes of the game are enough to give the team and fans a reassurance.

In the end, thousands of spectators will do their best to cheer for the home team.

The timing, location, and harmony of people are all on the side of the Three Golden Teams in Shanghai.

The commentator of Shanghai Magic City, whose voice was already hoarse because of too much dedication just now, commented in a hoarse voice: "Shanghai City Sanjin Team can be said to have entered the next round of the FA Cup with one foot. Of course, it is only a cautious statement to say one foot. To put it bluntly, the other foot of the team has been suspended in the air, and it is almost on the ground."

Han Dazui echoed: "Indeed, under normal circumstances, amateur teams seldom have the opportunity to take a penalty shootout. There are certain technical shortcomings in the process of taking penalty kicks and saving. Especially the goalkeeper of Quancheng Saturday, who is less than 1 meters tall by visual inspection, is naturally at a disadvantage in the penalty shootout. There is no doubt that at this moment, the Shanghai Sanjin team is the favorite to advance."

"But..." Han Dazui suddenly changed the topic.

"We often say that football is round, and any result is possible. Maybe, a miracle will come again, and we don't know. After all, we have seen too many incredible things in this game..."

After the stimulation of the lore just now, the blood pressure and heartbeat of the commentator of the Shanghai Metropolis probably haven’t returned to normal. At this moment, he is no longer calm and rational. He interrupted with some dissatisfaction and disdain: "Mr. Han, you are too cautious. I think no matter how you look at it, the Three Golden Teams of the Shanghai Metropolis will be the undoubted winner."

Han Dazui has experienced vicissitudes of life, and he didn't take the tone of the commentator in Shanghai as a joke. He smiled lightly and said: "The game is not over yet, let's wait and see."

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ps: Chinese New Year is here, thank you for your support all the time, and I hope you will continue to accompany this book in the new year, and accompany Gao Yuan to continue his wonderful journey in the greenery.

Happy New Years to all of you and your family!May all go well with you!In good health!everything goes well!
Looking forward to the early end of the epidemic, long live health!
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