Chapter 89: (Above) you will never walk alone

The sky is half-clouded, and the sky is dotted with clouds. The wind in early summer has some coolness, and it seems to have a hint of saltiness in the sea. The salty smell may come from the Baltic Sea in the north. Who knows?
In the second half, it was still a forty-five minute replica of the front. Elger Borg bombarded left and right around Madie Fort, and Madie Fort blocked up and then moved up and down. Zhuo Yang flew all over the field, and his figure appeared in every defense, and a few offensives also started because of him. Everyone can see his efforts and desperation, and everyone can see his powerlessness.
In a crazy chase, Zhuo Yang's physical energy is also rapidly consumed.
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Philip Rise handed the ball to Harry Gregory. Before Zhuo Yang's intercept came, Gregory returned to Rise and Zhuo Yang turned back and chased. Riche made a long pass to find Mickey Adolf, and Adolf passed to Gregory diagonally. Football and Carl Land flew past. Gregory got rid of Roger Samuel and passed the ball straight, Jin Ke was empty.
The football passed under the crotch of Clark Edmund, who abandoned the goal shovel, and rushed into the goal in the exclamation of 20,000 people, like a viper.
After an uproar, Victor Stadium could quietly hear the sound of the wind shaking the flag.
Angus Mullen slumped in his seat, closed his eyes with his head raised, and Klopp buried his head between his arms.
Big SB hugged his head, the oil paint on his face had been spent.
Li Xiaoqing looked at Zhuo Yang with his hands on his legs and gasping for breath.
Failed? Everyone is asking. Should I give up? Everyone is willing or unwilling. Waiting for the coming year? Everyone began to comfort themselves.
A strange shadow floated in the sky, it was a dark cloud, just over the Victor Stadium. After the silence, there was a sigh in the stands and a group of stray larks flew by. The wind began to roll up the waves of the canal, and rushed to the banks of the river. The river breeze pushed up the waves of the canal water, and then passed through the gaps of the net of the stadium, blowing to the blue Maddie team flag above the stands, the flag hunting.
All the people of Maddie watched Algerberg's crazy celebration silently, but the flowers fell helplessly.
There was silence in the stands.
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The big SB stood up slowly. He took off the blue and white jerseys and was naked. His middle-aged figure was slightly bloated. Big SB raised his arms, raised his head, opened his hands, and slowly clenched his fists.
No one noticed him as a fan leader. Big SB is like a lonely walker. He extended his index finger, pointing his finger straight to the sky. Big SB began to sing, using his non-standard voice.
"When you are going through a storm, please raise your head..." The big SB's singing increased from low to high.
"Don't be afraid of the darkness, at the end of the storm..." The big SB's singing slowly diffused from him.
"It's a golden sky, and Bailing's sweet singing..." The big SB's singing spread to the whole stand.
"Through the wind, through the rain, your dream may be shattered..." Mark Winster stood up and sang along with the big SB.
"But still moving forward with the hope in your heart, you will never walk alone..." Cheng Hao stood up, Li Xiaoqing stood up, and Karl Norman stood up.
"Go on, go on, with the hope in your heart, go forward, you will never walk alone..., you will never walk alone!"
"You will never walk alone" began to sound through Victor Stadium, the song was low from the beginning, slowly became high, and then quickly excited. The song swept from the stands and blocked the celebration of the Elgbergers. The song swept from the stands and the wind on the river retreated back to the shore. Singing from the grandstand, the sound of the snow drifting over the head was dispersed.
The Maddie players in the middle of the court looked at the 20,000 people singing for them in the stands, Zhuo Yang had straightened his body.
Zhuo Yang slowly turned his body, step by step, glancing at all the stands with his eyes. He saw the blood-spreading big SB, and saw his good friend, Mark Winster, shirtless. He and their singing voices rolled from the grandstand into the air. The singing voices fought against the dark clouds in the air, and the golden silk of the sun had been seen in the gap. The song rolled to the earth again and turned into a roar in Zhuo Yang's cochlea.
Zhuo Yang saw that everyone was singing for them. In the singing, the players of Fort Maddie slowly gathered together.
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"Zhuo, do you believe me?" Carl Rand asked Zhuo Yang behind his back.
Zhuo Yang looked back in surprise: "Of course, Carl, I certainly believe you."
"Zhuo, please trust me." Rand stared at Zhuo Yang, his eyes full of perseverance: "Please give me the backcourt. Zhuo, we need your goal."
"Zhuo Yang, please lead us to the second league!"
Daigo Initiation! Zhuo Yang understood where the problem was.
In this game, his heart was unwilling but helpless, which originated from the deep concern for his teammates, or rather, the distrust of them. In the previous game, when Zhuo Yang needed an offense, he could rest assured to hand over the defense to Butcher De Jong and Mertesacker, UU reading www.uukanshu.com and even Piggy and Second Brother. When Zhuo Yang is required to defend, he can be very solid and allow Scar, Second Brother, Little Pig and Hasdler to wreak havoc in front of the opponent. Both offensive and defensive are supported by strong teammates. Zhuo Yang can arbitrarily choose the timing of offense and defense on the court. The choice is very calm. Therefore, Zhuo Yang always seems to be on the court.
However, because of the deep worry about this game, because of the uneasiness of Rand's strength, because of the commitment to the brothers and Klopp, Zhuo Yang was almost out of breath. He always cares about every corner of the field, always worrying about every confrontation of his teammates, he suffers in both offense and defense. Zhuo Yang wanted to provoke the entire stadium by himself. Under pressure, he dared not try to trust his teammates.
"Zhuo, please believe me, take us to the second level." It was Roger Samuel who spoke.
"Zhuo, take us to Class B."
"Yes, go and score, Zhuo. We want to go to the second level..."
Willie Ackerman, Lauren Dennis, Kenny Dunbar, Jerry Braun...
"Zhuo, give me the back. My old bones are okay. The Elgbergers will not be able to disperse." The handsome Greek guy, Guinness Calit Zakis, put his hand on Zhuoyang's shoulder and said with a smile: "Go do what you should do and take the big guy to level B."
"Zhuo, you have to teach this group of Algerbogs, there is us behind." East German cool brother Ignatius Steubner is no longer cynical on his face: "Enter more, I I also want to go back to Grade B to see."
"Zhuo, believe me." Clark Edmond, who has been together since the youth team: "I will not let this group of hybrids score goals, believe me. Take us to the second level, Zhuo."
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