"Fak!" Xia Yu cursed under his breath, then turned around and roared to his teammates: "Brothers, I was so close to scoring just now, there's nothing to fear from the senior team!
The championship... must be ours!"
As a talented player, Xia Yu not only possessed top-notch skills but also had an excellent ability to direct play on the field; he knew how to stir up his teammates' passion.
Sure enough, after Xia Yu's yell, everyone on the sophomore team also shouted in unison: "Championship!"
Within these roars, an endless fighting spirit began to slowly ignite.
The game continued. Xu Chao threw the ball to their defender, who dribbled the ball forward in search of an opportunity and kicked it to their forward.
The forward was positioning himself to receive the ball when Xia Yu's agile figure suddenly shot out from behind the forward, chesting the ball down and then dribbling it forward.
"Damn!" The forward cursed inwardly and chased after Xia Yu.
