Amidst the raging chaos taking place on the field while flaring his nostrils, he turned to look at the scoreboard— his eerie dark eyes hiding the storm contained within it, could hardly conceal the frustration he was feeling at this moment.
"Tch..."
Bitterly clicking his tongue, he then immediately drifted his gaze off of the scoreboard.
However the moment he looked away, all of a sudden his eyes perked up, revealing the abrupt sensation of joy which he felt for split seconds. In those eerie dark eyes, a figure of a dark haired boy who had just recently intercepted the pass of the opposing players was being played.
Immediately upon seeing that familiar looking face, possessing the ball, he couldn't help but open his mouth while at the same time sway his body and twist his legs. Opening his mouth, he then made a frantic shout, "Pass.... here"
Shouting such, he gestured the dark haired boy to pass him the ball, despite knowing that the time was almost over. Even so, right now he was more desperate than his opponents. He could faintly hear the clicking sound of the clock despite there being no ticking clock at all.
And what more, how could someone possibly hear the ticking of a clock in a place filled with the cheers and jeers of thousand and thousands of people? Unless the speaker placed in the stadium was making those noises, there would simply be no possibility. It's absolutely ridiculous and hypothetic to be able to hear the sound of clock in such noisy environment.
But even so, he could hear the sound of ticking ringing in his ears. What more, he could even feel his heart beat rising with every click of that sound. It was like , he was being chased by pack of hungry wolves or as if he was in a life and dearth situation with every passing second, he could feel his death approaching.
Rushing against the time, right now, he was extremely high on adrenaline.
Yutaka who had managed to intercept the pass which could very probably lead to their demise became even more frantic upon hearing the yell of Nijichi who was right now asking him for a pass.
Getting hold of the ball at this point of time, if they could only hold their ground then they might very well win the game. But charging forward was an extremely ridiculous option. That was a last thing he should do given the despondent moment they were facing currently.
However right now, his was mind was muddled. The fear of blowing the game away and the responsibilities which had been placed upon him was interfering with his thought processes, causing him to grow extremely anxious with every passing seconds.
Thus because of anxiousness, unlike his usual self, when someone stretched their hands towards him where he would at first try to analyse the situation, he immediately grabbed the hand without any further thinking.
Perhaps because when he saw Nijichi at the frontline, his mind immediately came to a conclusion that by passing the ball forward, he could avoid the risk of getting the ball stolen and also mitigate the risk at their side to some extent. Clearing the ball forward, instead of calmly keeping hold of the ball seemed the most feasible option to him right now.
Thus without having any second thoughts, without any sort of hesitation, Yutaka after reclaiming the position of the ball immediately sent the ball flying towards Nijichi after hearing his call for the ball.
"Nooooo..... Yutaka"
Along with the coaching staffs, several players in the substitution box cried out as they witnessed the action of Yutaka on the field. Most of them seemed extremely frantic at this moment. It was like they were witnessing someone carelessly pulling the pin of the grenade right infront of them.
However the bullet had been fired and there was absolutely nothing they could do at this moment except place their hopes on the person to whom the ball was played.
But soon their already frantic eyes became even more frantic as perspiration ran down their face while cold sweat ran down their body. Their heart started pounding faster and faster to the point it felt as if there heart would jump out of their throat at any instant.
Nijichi to whom the ball was played didn't even get to keep hold of the ball for ball. One could say that as soon as he got hold of the ball, he lost the ball as it got stolen by the opposing player. Making use of their coordination, with combined efforts Park Ji-hoon and Kim Il-sung snatched the ball away from the feet of Nijichi with ease, leaving him on the ground to taste the grass.
"What are you doing?"
"How pathetic can you get?"
"Get up you motherfucker"
Witnessing that scene of Nijichi's downfall, countless fans in the stadium hauled curses at him as they all expressed their dissatisfaction. A moment ago this same crowd was showering praises at him— treating him like a treasure. However right now, the same crowd was hauling curses at him— treating him like a shit. All because he screwed at such an important moment.
The reputation which he had earned didn't take long to crumble as it instantly plummeted with his downfall. It's just like the saying, "To earn a good reputation, one would need to do countless good deeds but to crumble that reputation requires only one bad thing"
And the same happened to Nijichi right now. In an instant, he got thrown to hell from heaven.
Taking advantage of the moment when the opposing players were already in a state of distress, South Korean players launched a full out assault while making use of every bit of energy they had hidden in some part of their body.
Right now, it was like as if they were drawing energy from an unknown source. And even the sensation of pain and exhaustion which they were feeling a moment ago had been nullified. Right now they were surging with energy, despite having been pushed their body to their utmost limit.
Amidst the raging chaos taking place on the field while flaring his nostrils, he turned to look at the scoreboard— his eerie dark eyes hiding the storm contained within it, could hardly conceal the frustration he was feeling at this moment.
"Tch..."
Bitterly clicking his tongue, he then immediately drifted his gaze off of the scoreboard.
However the moment he looked away, all of a sudden his eyes perked up, revealing the abrupt sensation of joy which he felt for split seconds. In those eerie dark eyes, a figure of a dark haired boy who had just recently intercepted the pass of the opposing players was being played.
Immediately upon seeing that familiar looking face, possessing the ball, he couldn't help but open his mouth while at the same time sway his body and twist his legs. Opening his mouth, he then made a frantic shout, "Pass.... here"
Shouting such, he gestured the dark haired boy to pass him the ball, despite knowing that the time was almost over. Even so, right now he was more desperate than his opponents. He could faintly hear the clicking sound of the clock despite there being no ticking clock at all.
And what more, how could someone possibly hear the ticking of a clock in a place filled with the cheers and jeers of thousand and thousands of people? Unless the speaker placed in the stadium was making those noises, there would simply be no possibility. It's absolutely ridiculous and hypothetic to be able to hear the sound of clock in such noisy environment.
But even so, he could hear the sound of ticking ringing in his ears. What more, he could even feel his heart beat rising with every click of that sound. It was like , he was being chased by pack of hungry wolves or as if he was in a life and dearth situation with every passing second, he could feel his death approaching.
Rushing against the time, right now, he was extremely high on adrenaline.
Yutaka who had managed to intercept the pass which could very probably lead to their demise became even more frantic upon hearing the yell of Nijichi who was right now asking him for a pass.
Getting hold of the ball at this point of time, if they could only hold their ground then they might very well win the game. But charging forward was an extremely ridiculous option. That was a last thing he should do given the despondent moment they were facing currently.
However right now, his was mind was muddled. The fear of blowing the game away and the responsibilities which had been placed upon him was interfering with his thought processes, causing him to grow extremely anxious with every passing seconds.
Thus because of anxiousness, unlike his usual self, when someone stretched their hands towards him where he would at first try to analyse the situation, he immediately grabbed the hand without any further thinking.
Perhaps because when he saw Nijichi at the frontline, his mind immediately came to a conclusion that by passing the ball forward, he could avoid the risk of getting the ball stolen and also mitigate the risk at their side to some extent. Clearing the ball forward, instead of calmly keeping hold of the ball seemed the most feasible option to him right now.
Thus without having any second thoughts, without any sort of hesitation, Yutaka after reclaiming the position of the ball immediately sent the ball flying towards Nijichi after hearing his call for the ball.
"Nooooo..... Yutaka"
Along with the coaching staffs, several players in the substitution box cried out as they witnessed the action of Yutaka on the field. Most of them seemed extremely frantic at this moment. It was like they were witnessing someone carelessly pulling the pin of the grenade right infront of them.
However the bullet had been fired and there was absolutely nothing they could do at this moment except place their hopes on the person to whom the ball was played.
But soon their already frantic eyes became even more frantic as perspiration ran down their face while cold sweat ran down their body. Their heart started pounding faster and faster to the point it felt as if there heart would jump out of their throat at any instant.
Nijichi to whom the ball was played didn't even get to keep hold of the ball for ball. One could say that as soon as he got hold of the ball, he lost the ball as it got stolen by the opposing player. Making use of their coordination, with combined efforts Park Ji-hoon and Kim Il-sung snatched the ball away from the feet of Nijichi with ease, leaving him on the ground to taste the grass.
"What are you doing?"
"How pathetic can you get?"
"Get up you motherfucker"
Witnessing that scene of Nijichi's downfall, countless fans in the stadium hauled curses at him as they all expressed their dissatisfaction. A moment ago this same crowd was showering praises at him— treating him like a treasure. However right now, the same crowd was hauling curses at him— treating him like a shit. All because he screwed at such an important moment.
The reputation which he had earned didn't take long to crumble as it instantly plummeted with his downfall. It's just like the saying, "To earn a good reputation, one would need to do countless good deeds but to crumble that reputation requires only one bad thing"
And the same happened to Nijichi right now. In an instant, he got thrown to hell from heaven.
Taking advantage of the moment when the opposing players were already in a state of distress, South Korean players launched a full out assault while making use of every bit of energy they had hidden in some part of their body.
Right now, it was like as if they were drawing energy from an unknown source. And even the sensation of pain and exhaustion which they were feeling a moment ago had been nullified. Right now they were surging with energy, despite having been pushed their body to their utmost limit.
