"It's in—it's a goal by Fan Cunjie; 20 minutes into the second half! What an exhilarating strike! Blowing down castle walls and striking down generals! Fan Cunjie's individual strength tips the scales!"
"Shu Guang has fallen back once again! Fan Cunjie's hope of winning can't be ignored! This ball is a declaration of his adherence to three years of conviction: Winning is a must! Shu Guang's defenders can't stop him now!"
Wang Ning looked up at the chattering loud speakers and spat, "Damn it! What's that stinking dog saying! We'll show that old guy how we'll defend against him!"
Zhang Jun thought of comforting An Ke who lost the ball, but his eyes scared him. An Ke wiped his sweat off and gritted his teeth. "Heh! Interesting, I'll let you see who's the winner today!"
Fan Cunjie's goal did not crush Shu Guang. Instead, it rekindled their morale. Dingding probably did not expect it.