Chapter 89 (Part 1) You Will Never Walk Alone

The sun was half clouded, and the sky was dotted with patches of clouds, which seemed to be cloudy. The wind in early summer is a bit cool, and there seems to be a hint of salty smell of the sea. The salty smell may come from the Baltic Sea in the north, who knows?

The second half was still a replica of the previous forty-five minutes. Elgerberg bombarded Madyburg indiscriminately and rushed from left to right. Zhuoyang galloped all over the field, he would appear in every defense, and the few offensives were all because of him. Everyone can see his hard work and desperation, and everyone can see his powerlessness.

During the frantic chase, Zhuoyang's physical energy was also rapidly depleted.

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Philip Riese handed the ball to Harry Gregory. Before Zhuoyang's interception arrived, Gregory gave it back to Riise, and Zhuoyang turned around and chased again. Riese's long ball finds Mitch Adolph, who crosses Gregory diagonally, and the football misses the galloping Karl Lander. Gregory got rid of Roger Samuel, passed a straight pass diagonally, and King Ke was empty.

The football passed through the crotch of Clark Edmond, who abandoned the goal and made a flying tackle, and rushed into the goal amidst the exclamations of 20,000 people, like a viper pouncing on food.

After the uproar, the Victor Stadium was quiet and the sound of the wind shaking the flag could be heard.

Angus Mullen slumped on the seat, raised his head and closed his eyes, and Klopp buried his head in his arms.

The big SB held his head, the paint on his face had been spent.

Li Xiaoqing looked at Zhuo Yang with his hands on his legs and panting heavily.

failed? Everyone is asking. Should I give up? Everyone is happy or not. Looking forward to next year? Everyone began to console themselves.

A strange shadow floated in the sky. It was a dark cloud, which happened to hang over the Victor Stadium. After the silence, there was a sound of sighing in the stands, which startled a group of skylarks who strayed into the sky. The wind began to whip up the canal spray, lapping eagerly against the banks. The river wind pushed up the tide of the canal water, and then passed through the gap in the stadium's net, and blew towards the blue Maddie team flag above the stands, and the flag was flying.

All the people in Fort Maddie silently watched Ergberg's crazy celebration, and had no choice but to let go.

There was dead silence in the stands.

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The big SB stood up slowly. He took off his blue and white jersey and was shirtless. His middle-aged figure looked a little bloated. Big SB raised his arms above his head, opened his hands, and then slowly clenched them into fists.

No one noticed him as the fan leader, the big SB is like a lonely walker. He stretched out his index finger, pointing straight at the sky. Big SB started to sing, with his non-standard voice.

"When you pass through a storm, please hold your head high..." Big SB's voice gradually increased from low to high.

"Don't be afraid of the dark, at the end of the storm..." Big SB's voice slowly spread from his side.

"It's a golden sky, and Bailing's sweet singing..." Big SB's singing spread to the whole stand.

"Through the wind, through the rain, your dreams may be shattered..." Mark Winster stood up and sang along with the big SB.

"But still move forward with the hope in your heart, you will never walk alone..." Cheng Hao stood up, Li Xiaoqing stood up, and Carl Norman stood up.

"Keep going, keep going, with that hope in your heart, go ahead, you'll never walk alone..., you'll never walk alone!"

"You'll Never Walk Alone" began to resound through the Victor Stadium. The singing voice was low at first, then gradually became high-pitched, and then quickly became passionate. The singing swept from the stands, blocking the celebration of the Ergberg people, the singing swept away from the stands, and the wind that hit the river retreated back to the other side of the bank. The singing voice soared into the sky from the stands, dispelling the dark clouds of snow treading on the top of the head.

The Maddie players in the middle of the field stared at the 20,000 people singing for them in the stands. Zhuoyang had already straightened his body.

Zhuoyang turned his body slowly, step by step, scanning all the stands with his eyes. He saw the big SB bursting with blood,

Saw his good friend, topless Mark Winster. He and their singing rolled into the air from the stands, and the singing was fighting against the dark clouds in the air, and the golden light of the sun could already be seen in the gap. The singing sound rolls to the earth again, turning into the whistling in Zhuoyang's ear.

Zhuoyang saw that everyone was singing for them. During the singing, the players of Fort Maddie slowly gathered together.

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"Zhuo, do you trust me?" Carl Rand asked Zhuoyang behind his back.

Zhuoyang turned around in surprise: "Of course, Karl, of course I believe you."

"Zhuo, please trust me." Rand stared at Zhuoyang, his eyes full of determination: "Please leave the backcourt to me. Zhuo, we need your goals."

"Zhuoyang, please lead us to the Second Division!"

Enlightenment! Zhuoyang understood where the problem was.

He was unwilling but powerless in this game, which stemmed from his deep worry about his teammates, or in other words, his distrust of them. In previous games, when Zhuoyang needed to attack, he could safely hand over the defense to the butchers De Jong and Mertesacker, or even Xiaozhu and the second brother. When Zhuoyang needs to defend, he can safely let Scar, Second Brother, Little Pig and Dwarf Tiger Hassler wreak havoc in front of the opponent's goal. Both offense and defense are supported by strong teammates. Zhuoyang can choose the timing of offense and defense arbitrarily on the field, and the choice is very calm. Therefore, Zhuoyang always seemed to be able to do a job with ease on the court.

However, because of deep worries about this game, because of worry about Rand's strength, because of the commitment to his brothers and Klopp, Zhuoyang was almost out of breath. He is always worried about every corner of the field, always worried about every confrontation of his teammates, he is worried about gains and losses in offense and defense. Zhuoyang wanted to provoke the entire stadium by himself, but under the pressure, he dared not try to trust his teammates.

"Zhuo, please trust me too and take us to Class B." It was Roger Samuel who spoke.

"Zhuo, take us to Class B."

"Yes, go score, Zhuo. We want to go to the second division..."

Willie Ackerman, Lauren Dennis, Kenny Dunbar, Jerry Braun...

"Zhuo, leave the back to me. My old bones are fine, and the Elgbergs can't let it go wild." The handsome Greek Guinness Kalitzakis put his hand on Zhuoyang's shoulder and said with a smile: "Do what you should do, take the big guy to the second level."

"Zhuo, go and teach these damned Ergbergers a lesson, we are behind." The cool guy from East Germany, Ignaz Stuebnar, no longer had any cynical face on his face: "Come in a few more, I will I also want to go back to Class B to have a look.”

"Zhuo, trust me." Clark Edmund, who has been together since the youth team: "I will not let this group of bastards score again, trust me. Take us to the second division, Zhuo."

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