Chapter 68 - The Match Begins (2/2)

“And next up is…” Wang Qiang thought that it was finally Yang Pan’s turn, but he was dumbstruck. He took a brief moment to recover to his usual calm. “It’s No.5, a new face—he’s never shown up in Shu Guang’s games before, center back, Yang Yong!”

There were quite a number of surprised exclamations coming from the stands; many were clearly shocked that a legendary character such as Yang Pan would not be starting.

There were some jeers in the mix too—many clearly thought that Shu Guang was arrogant and thought that Dingding was beneath it.

Liu Wei breathed a brief sigh of relief—Yang Pan’s absence had greatly decreased the threat against his team; it was a good thing. It was wise to capture this advantage in the first-half and pour forward to grab the lead. That way, they would have control over the game’s rhythm, preventing any ruse from Shu Guang.

Was it also a providence, hinting that Dingding could realize the dream they have had for years now?

Zhang Jun glanced down at his red captain armband; he had been peeking at it regularly since leaving the locker room. Although he had yet to decide what it felt like to be captain for the first time, the red band danced like red flames across his eyes every time he moved. It reminded him of the responsibility he had.

The referee gestured for both team captains to pick their halves. Zhang Jun smiled as he shook hands with Fan Cunjie, but his counterpart merely frowned and nodded.

Quickly putting on a straight face, Zhang Jun thought that he should be more serious in times like this. Or else, he would be losing his dignity as captain.

“Heads or tails?”

“Tails!”

“Heads.”

A coin was hurled into the air, rolling as it fell.

It was then decided that Dingding would initiate the kick-off while Shu Guang picked their court.

In high school competitions, most teams loved to huddle in a circle and holler. It was not known if it raised their fighting spirit or if it was just for show. Nevertheless, the two teams playing that day followed the ritual

Shu Guang’s cluster surprised even their own supporters—their team had never done this before. Liang Ke was amazed as well—he never gave such instructions; it was all based on their own inititiave.

“Dingding! To victory and the Nationals!” A roar soon rang out from Dingding’s circle, while there was nary a sound from Shu Guang.

“To be frank, we’re not used to this,” Zhang Jun told his teammates as he leaned forward. “But, there are a few things I’d like to say. Everybody’s here for the very first time, but I don’t think it matters because there’s still greater places that await us!

“Yang Pan’s grandmother has passed on and he’s at her wake now. What we can do is wait for him with the finals in our hands, not with frowny faces of failure.

“That’s all I have to say. Everyone, to your positions and let’s win his!”

At those words, he straightened himself and went to stand by the center circle. His dumbfounded teammates quickly dispersed moments later to assume their positions.

“Really! Is there a need to say such things?” An Ke mumbled to himself as he walked towards the post. “Rubbish! Won’t we become the butt of that retard’s joke if we’re defeated without him? We will never lose!”

Kaka heard that and smiled despite himself. An Ke was right—Shu Guang could not lose under any circumstances. There was still soccer to play and fun to be had. They needed to take this match for that.

“Win! We must win!” The Brazilian gripped his fists tightly.

The whistle for kick-off rang and the match started. But, the crowd had yet to wrap their head around the quiet Shu Guang huddle, which dispersed just as quietly.

“Bin Fei gives it to Shi Lei, who makes a back-pass to Fan Cunjie! At long last, the first semi-final match of the Luoyang Regional Qualifiers for the 15th National High School Soccer Championship commences!”

The unusually hushed stands instantly roared in applause and lifted the atmosphere; the match had begun.

The photojournalists who stood pitch-side flashed their lenses together on cue. The match had begun.

Fan Cunjie dribbled towards Shu Guang’s court; behind him were his teammates, who followed him forward ar full throttle. The match had begun.