Despair

"D*mn! What's going on? Why did they give the opposition the chance to shoot again?"

"F*ck. Golden Flowers is not on form today."

"No, the opposition's offense is just too strong."

"I don't know if they will be able to defend this."

"Who knows?

But why is that Tanaka Hiroshi still there? Could it be that he didn't run back after the last shot?"

The Yokohama F. Marinos player who had seized the ball shouted out as he passed the ball to Tanaka Hiroshi.

Tanaka Hiroshi responded. When he saw the Golden Flowers players charging towards him, he yelled out a battle cry. He wanted to wash away the shame of his failed shot. He ferociously dribbled the ball towards the opposition's goal post.

Wu Ze, who was in the coaching stands, clenched his fists tightly. "Come on, Master Lin. You have to catch this ball."