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

Modou Sanjin took a corner kick, and there was a melee in the penalty area. Several consecutive shots were blocked. The ball rolled around in the crowd like a billiard ball. Finally, it was kicked by the Modou Sanjin forward and flew away.

Entered the net.

2:3!

There are still ten minutes left in the game including injury time.

Thunderous cheers erupted from the stands, and the Magic City fans 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 shouting at the top of his lungs: "There is still a chance! There is still time! The momentum is now on our side! Come on! Don't give up!"

However, the Magic City Three Gold players on the court did not celebrate too much. The striker who scored the goal hugged the ball, ran towards the center line, and placed the ball at the service point in the shortest possible time.

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

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

Once upon a time, the angry young man Gao Yuan criticized those coaches who did not act, acted slowly, or acted randomly at the last moment of the game. But at this moment, he was facing a test related to the life and death of the team and facing unprecedented huge pressure, but all he could think about was

Make one thing clear:

Who am I? 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 across a comment made by "Shark" O'Neal that he had read a long time ago: "The head coach and general manager of every team will often receive "pointers" from some guys. These guys can't even do the simplest things.

I can't even dribble, so I jumped out to accuse a professional coach who has been in office for many years.

When I was still playing basketball, I often heard people say to me: Hey! Shaq, my grandma’s free throws are better than yours, and your free throws are a piece of shit. Well, if you were in my place, stand

In the center of the court with tens of thousands of people roaring, and at the same time being knocked down by the defender under the basket, I think you will wet your pants as soon as you catch the ball.

Some guys play Fantasy Basketball Manager for a few days and feel like they are a great team manager. If you are so good, why would you sit in a shit house and watch the game instead of playing in a suit?

Wearing a bow tie and attending a press conference for an NBA team?”

Gao Yuan suddenly felt a sense of sadness, wasn't this the one he was talking about?!

After playing Football Manager for a few days, I accidentally got an unreliable system. Did I really think that I could strategize and win a victory thousands of miles away?! After leading an amateur team and winning a few official games, it was...

Do you really think you can punch Mourinho and kick Guardiola?!

Haha, I used to be really stupid and naive, a frog in a well, and I underestimated the heroes of the world!

It turns out that I am still far from being a professional coach!

squeak~~~~~

A sharp and rapid whistle brought Gao Yuan back to reality from his self-pity.

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

The one who was knocked to the ground was still the man with kidney deficiency. In this game, he was the veritable "King of Kicks." Since he repeatedly failed with his superb acting skills, he has become a thorn in the opponent's side and a thorn in the flesh with his kicking skills.

The indicators are rising steadily like sesame seeds blooming.

If there is a technical statistic about kicks after the game, he must be the MVP in this indicator. I am afraid that one person has been kicked more times than the entire opponent's team.

This time, he was still badly shoveled. He was shoveled hard while running at high speed, and his socks were scratched by the steel nails of his sneakers, revealing the life-saving miracle that kept his legs intact——

Shin pads.

But compared to his legs, his face looked even more ferocious at this moment. Because of the close contact between his face and the ground, his nose was broken and his nose was bleeding profusely.

This time he was no longer pretending. In fact, he had not touched porcelain since the start of the second half.

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

But he didn't say anything nonsense, wiped the nosebleed casually, and was about to kick the ball out.

The referee's whistle sounded again, signaling the man with kidney deficiency to go out and deal with the nosebleed before returning to the game. However, the man with kidney deficiency changed from his usual accidental and diplomatic behavior on the court, roared loudly, and started arguing with the referee, looking anxious and angry.

He didn't want to leave at this time.

But the arm could not twist the thigh. Under the referee's stern insistence, the man with kidney deficiency quickly ran to the sidelines, but the leg that was tackled was still limping.

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

Is this still the old ruffian who is always cunning and cunning on the court? Is this still the man with kidney deficiency who cannot take advantage of him enough on weekdays and feels uncomfortable doing some work?

He seemed to be different at this moment. He ran to the sidelines and grabbed the mineral water from Fatty's hand. He poured it on his bleeding nose, but his eyes were fixed on the court, his eyes full of anxiety.

with anger.

"Quickly, get me the jersey and cotton wool!" The man with kidney deficiency roared towards the bench, but his eyes did not leave the ball on the field for even a moment.

Someone on the bench quickly handed something into his hands. He stuffed cotton wool into his nostrils, quickly changed the 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 this adds up to only a few dozen seconds, which is as fast as when a car pits to change tires in an F1 race, and the time is calculated in milliseconds.

Gao Yuan stared at the scene that just happened in front of him in stunned silence. It wasn't until the kidney-deficient man rushed onto the field and made a flying tackle that he was sure that this was true. The kidney-deficient man was really playing a selfless and life-threatening game.

Not only the man with kidney deficiency, Gao Yuan looked at his other team members on the field. What surprised him was that everyone looked like the man with kidney deficiency. There was no frustration, confusion and confusion, but determination and unwillingness.

In situations like this in the past, the guys on the field would involuntarily cast questioning glances at themselves. What should they do next? Attack or defend? How to attack and defend? But this time, no one looked at Gao Yuan anymore.

, but stared in the direction of the ball, and the little rays of light in his eyes seemed to be the desire for victory!

Competitions can train players, and high-level competitions can make players grow rapidly.

What is often needed for a boy to become a man is not the accumulation of time, but the stimulation of a certain thing or a certain scene. In the same way, the maturity of a player does not depend on how many years he has played football, maybe a game

A life-and-death stalemate game is enough.

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

Opposite them, the players of their opponents, the Magic City Sanjin, had equally resolute eyes. They also could not lose, they had to win, not only for the reputation of the team, but also for their own future.

The last ten minutes are the real decisive battle!

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

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

In the crazy strangulation, the referee's whistle sounded, and the game was in pieces, but no one cared. Even the technically advanced 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 while running, and struggling to strangle in passing.

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

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

No one will still remember the label of Southern Technological Attributes attached to the Magic City Sanjin Team, and no one will deliberately remember the identity of Quancheng’s Saturday amateur team.

At this moment, in everyone's eyes, these are two lonely armies meeting each other on a narrow road. On the court are 22 life-and-death fighters. In order to win, they are not afraid of life and death!

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

In the past, he sneered at the saying that defeat is still glorious. When he was young and frivolous, he felt that losing was a loss, and there was no glory for losers. But at this moment, when he stood in this position, for the first time, he truly understood

to the weight of the word.

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

pride.

No, my team cannot lose! Even if this defeat is still extremely glorious, we must sing a triumphant song and advance to the next round!

"come on!"

Gao Yuan suddenly let out a beast-like roar on the sidelines, startling everyone on the bench, and even the home team's bench cast a surprised look.

"What are you doing standing around, let's work together!" Gao Yuan ordered everyone on the bench.

"Our teammates worked hard on the court! We can't be idle and give them the greatest support mentally!"

Everyone on the bench was stunned for a moment, then woke up. They all used their strength and cheered hysterically.

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

As a coach, there are so many things that I need to learn...

However, now is not the time to be sad. As long as the team can advance, let alone being a cheerleader, he can even do a striptease in front of tens of thousands of spectators!

"Come on! Brothers, hold on!" Gao Yuan used his greatest strength and shouted hysterically.

My coaching level is still far behind, but my voice is no worse than anyone else!

The audience at the scene was stunned.

No one has ever seen such a scene. On the bench on the sidelines of the game, the coach led a group of substitute players, hysterically shouting "come on".

It has to be said that these dozen or so big men were full of energy, and since they were closer to the venue than anyone else, they were so impressive that they suppressed the noise of thousands of spectators at the home court.

Even the cameras responsible for broadcasting the game were attracted and focused on the group of guys on the sidelines who were shouting at the top of their lungs.

Seeing this scene, both the Magic City commentator and Han Dazui were speechless. After a full three seconds of silence, the commentator forced a smile and said: "The game has reached the final period. The fighting on the field is inextricable, and off the field.
To be continued...