Zhou Yi was standing outside the penalty area with a gasp. He looked at the ball in the goal and turned his sight to the players of Lamacia Youth B team who were celebrating wildly.

Been equalized.

Looking at my teammates around me, they all looked very depressed and were hit hard.

In fact, for the strength of the Chinese team, it should be a very good result if they can tie Lamacia in the end.

If he wants to comfort his teammates, he just needs to say "a draw is acceptable."

But Zhou Yi himself couldn't accept this sentence.

A draw is unacceptable.

Because a draw means failure.

He thought of the last game he played in "Dream" last night.

Although the world of FIFAOL3 where Chu Ling is located is virtual, it perfectly reflects reality. Every game inside is actually possible in reality, and the probability is not low.

In the last game, the Chinese team and Lamacia Youth B team were 1:1, and it lasted for a long time. It seems that the Chinese team will end the game with a draw and get their only draw against Lamacia Youth B team.

Zhou Yi was in the game at that time with the idea of ​​"a draw is acceptable."

But what about the end?

The Lamacia Youth B team launched the most fierce offensive at the last moment of the game. In their wave after wave of offensives, the Chinese team still failed to withstand and eventually collapsed.

In a very short time, he lost two goals in a row, losing 1:3, losing the game.

In fact, for the Chinese team, this 1:3 score is already the best score in more than 100 games that Zhou Yi fought with them.

The other scores were terrible.

Logically speaking, even if it fails 1:3, it is completely acceptable to lose to a team like Lamacia Youth B.

But Zhou Yi cannot accept it.

He wants to win.

When he lost the draw, he realized that the draw was unacceptable. He had to win, he could only win. Only by striving to win with all his might can he get a satisfactory result in the end.

It would be great if you want to draw, but you wouldn't even get a draw in the tenth.

There are three results for football matches: failure, draw and victory, but no one wants a defeat at the beginning, right?

A draw is a helpless choice that cannot be won. To put it bluntly, no one will choose to draw as long as they have the ability to win.

So is the Chinese team capable of defeating Lamacia Youth B team?

It seems that there is no.

But it would be wrong to expect the result of a game just from the perspective of "whether you have the ability to win".

Football matches are not simply competitions for abilities.

You have the ability to win, and you have to win even if you don’t.

It's stupid to do it even though you know it's impossible.

But Zhou Yi wants to be such a fool now.

It's the last game, if you don't act silly or be stupid, you won't have a chance.

If he finally accepts the setting and result of "We are not as strong as the Lamacia Youth Team, so it is normal for us to lose to them", then even if he goes to Dortmund and starts his professional football journey, the obsessions of the past two months will turn into a huge tumor in his heart, making him unhappy.

There is no eternal victory on the football field, there will always be failures.

Life cannot be smooth sailing forever, there will always be setbacks.

Zhou Yi understands this principle, but understanding it does not mean that you can accept it calmly.

If we have to lose, are we not losing enough before? Why do we still have to lose this game?

If there will be setbacks in your life, then is the setbacks at 0:12 before not enough? We must use this setback to prove that "life is impermanent".

No, thank you. I don't accept it!

He ran into the goal and held the football in his arms next to Sun Pan. Then he stretched out his hand to Sun Pan: "Why are you lying down? Is it comfortable to sleep on artificial turf?"

Sun Pan, who was depressed and regretful, heard Zhou Yi's words, knocked off his hand that he stretched out, and then climbed up from the ground: "It's uncomfortable!"

When Zhou Yi saw him get up, he ignored him and ran into the middle circle with the football himself.

When he passed by Guo Nu, he slapped Guo Nu on the back of the head, "Don't bow his head, Old Guo. He's even shorter."

Guo Nu, who was frustrated and in pain, suffered from the back of the slap, and the depression of losing the ball turned into anger instantly, but after hearing Zhou Yi's words, he was stunned.

He shrank his neck, covered the back of his head, and looked up at Zhou Yi's back.

After hitting him, Zhou Yi didn't turn his head back and just continued to run forward. He ran very slowly, saying that he was running, but in fact he was walking, which was faster than slow walking, and that was walking slower than jogging.

When he saw Zhou Yi running past Yang Muge, Yang Muge also raised his head and followed Zhou Yi's eyes.

Zhou Yi ran into the middle circle and placed the football on the kickoff point.

He Ying stood in the middle circle when he lost the ball. Now he is still standing there. He saw Zhou Yi running from the goal, put the football on the kickoff point next to him, and then pressed the football with both hands and pushed his body up.

"Hey, Zhou Yi." He Ying said suddenly.

"Ah?" Zhou Yi looked up at He Ying in confusion.

"It's time for you to get out." He Ying said and pointed to the sidelines.

Zhou Yi looked over and found that Hao Dong was giving Yang Fei a face-to-face instruction.

Only then did he realize that the game had reached seventy minutes later...

But if I am replaced now, why should I try my best?

Zhou Yi, who had reacted, rushed to the sidelines, and the speed of running was much faster than before.

He ran directly to Hao Dong and Yang Fei, panting and said, "No, no...no, no..."

He wanted to say not to replace him, but this sprint made him angry and he couldn't say anything when he spoke.

Seeing Zhou Yi's appearance, Hao Dong shook his head: "Zhou Yi, I understand your mood, but now your physical fitness can no longer support you. You can't do anything even if you stay on the court..."

Zhou Yi was so panting that he couldn't speak, but he knew how to wave his hands, so he kept wavering. When Hao Dong finished speaking, he finally got through. Although he was still a little panting, he could say it at least: "Hao, Mr. Hao, I have no problem with my physical strength, really, I have no problem with my physical strength!"

Hao Dong raised his hand and showed Zhou Yi: "It's been seventy-three minutes. You were replaced at the latest in 71 minutes."

"I know, I know, Mr. Hao... But this time it's different. My physical fitness is really fine. I was always hit by them before, and I didn't even have much chance to get the ball, so I didn't waste any physical energy... At least I can still run here from the middle circle, which means my physical fitness is fine. Otherwise, I can't even run..." Zhou Yi defended repeatedly.

At this time, Yang Fei, who had been by the side without saying a word, suddenly said: "Mr. Hao, why don't you let Zhou Yi continue playing. I actually think it would be better to let Zhou Yi on the court."

Hao Dong turned his head in surprise and looked at Yang Fei. Even Zhou Yi turned his surprise eyes to Yang Fei.

He still remembers that Yang Fei was once a person who was very close to Liang Qiqi...

Yang Fei looked calm in the eyes of the two people: "I think if Zhou Yi was allowed to come down now, we would have to do our best to ensure the tie, and there would not be any room for maneuver. If Zhou Yi stayed on the court, at least...at least..."

He hesitated for a moment and said, "At least, we still have the possibility of winning."

Hao Dong's eyes moved back and forth between the two teenagers, and then he said, "Okay."

Zhou Yi couldn't wait to cheer, but was stopped by Hao Dong: "But Yang Fei, you have to go warm up for me, ready to appear at any time!"

"Okay." Yang Fei nodded and turned around and ran towards the warm-up area.

Zhou Yi also quickly returned to the stadium.

Hao Dong looked at Zhou Yi's back and shook his head.

"He must be hoping to prove to you that he really has the strength." Xu Yang said from the side.

"I know, but I would rather he keep this part of his energy..."

"Are you..." Xu Yang was a little surprised.

Hao Dong smiled and said, "Who doesn't want to win?"

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When He Ying saw Zhou Yi running back: "Did you tell Mr. Hao?"

Zhou Yi nodded with panting: "Yes!"

He Ying looked at Zhou Yi's appearance and shook his head and said, "Why do you have to?"

"Because I want to win." Zhou Yi evened his breath.

"Twenty minutes left, how long can you run like this?"

"It's not that I have to run by myself." Zhou Yi smiled.

Zhou Yi's words surprised He Ying. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhou Yi in confusion.

Don’t run by himself? Isn’t his position and style of playing just to keep running? How can he connect the whole team and organize the offense if he doesn’t run? If he doesn’t run, what will he do on the court?

Watch the show?

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The game started soon, and the players of Lamacia Youth B team were impatient. They could not wait to get a few more goals from the Chinese team. Now it seems that it is impossible to score twenty-four goals for them, and twelve goals are also very hungry... but it should be possible to score seven or eight more goals!
To be continued...