sbdcsierra Chapter 555: A sad ending, the battle between the main generals begins
Chapter 555: A sad ending, the battle between the main generals begins
Chapter 555: A sad ending, the battle between the main generals begins
On the side of the Free State U-17 team.
"I really didn't expect the result to be like this."
A team member broke the silence, his voice low and full of disbelief, as if squeezed out from between teeth.
He shook his head slightly, his eyes full of confusion, as if he still couldn't accept the shocking result before him.
"This is really embarrassing."
Another voice sounded immediately afterwards, with a hint of emotion.
Ralph Reinhardt stood a little further away, his figure tall but with a look of being at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
For a long time, the British U-17 team and the Free State U-17 team have been competitors on the tennis court, although they cannot be called arch-rivals.
But at this moment, seeing the once powerful British team suffer a crushing defeat in this game and become a prey to the slaughter, even they felt mixed emotions.
They are well aware of the cruelty of competitive sports, but when they witnessed with their own eyes how vulnerable their former opponents were, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. They felt sorry for the British team's defeat and were surprised by the dramatic development of the game.
"It's not that the England U-17 team is too weak, nor is it that they have ridiculous internal conflicts."
Dudu Obondu stood aside, his hands folded across his chest, shaking his head slightly, his tone filled with scrutiny and emotion.
His eyes swept over his teammates and finally landed on the Swiss players who were warming up on the court.
"It's just that the junior high school players on the Swiss U-17 team are just too strong."
He continued, his voice unconsciously lowering as if he were stating an unbelievable fact.
"Kitagawa, Yukimura Seiichi, Sanada Genichirō, Akutsu, Tokugawa Kazuya..."
He slowly read out these names, and each name was like a blockbuster bomb, stirring up waves in everyone's hearts.
"Just a few of them, with their immense strength, can overwhelm other middle school players. Even high school players have to be cautious and avoid their attacks."
His voice was low, and as soon as he finished speaking, the team fell into silence.
Everyone knows that what Dudu said is an indisputable fact, and this fact is often the most hurtful.
In the fiercely competitive world of tennis, the gap in strength is like a chasm that stands in front of everyone and is difficult to cross.
On the other side of the field.
Here is the German U-17 team.
"Kitagawa should be the next one to appear."
Jurgen Barisavich Polk suddenly broke the silence in a low voice.
He frowned slightly, several deep wrinkles carved on his forehead, and his face was full of thought.
When Berti Barisavich Polk heard this, she did not respond but nodded heavily.
His movements were simple and powerful. He quickly picked up the video recorder in his hand and pressed the power button with his fingers skillfully.
The video recorder screen lit up, emitting a faint light, illuminating his focused and serious face.
He held the video camera steadily, with the lens aimed precisely at the court, like a sniper about to rush to the battlefield, ready to capture every crucial moment.
It was obvious that he was trying to gain valuable intelligence from the game.
After all, in the field of tennis, reaching the master level means having absolute dominance, which is like a towering mountain, weighing heavily on everyone's heart, making people feel more pressured.
They are eager to find strategies and methods to deal with such a strong opponent from the Beichuan game.
"here we go."
Q.P, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke. His voice was calm and steady, but it was exceptionally clear in this relatively quiet atmosphere, like an electric current that instantly spread throughout everyone's body.
Everyone's eyes turned to the court, their expressions filled with anticipation and nervousness, and their breathing unconsciously became rapid, as if they were all waiting for a thrilling battle to begin.
At the same time, the broadcast in the London Sports Center stadium suddenly sounded. The voice was loud and clear, echoing throughout the sports center, breaking the original silence.
"U-17 World Cup Tournament between England U-17 and Switzerland U-17."
The announcer's voice was infectious, with ups and downs. "3rd round singles match. Both players, please take your seats."
As the broadcast ended, the information of the two contestants quickly appeared on the big screen in the venue.
[Britain U-17 team singles third match player: Jack Ferdinand (senior year)]
[Swiss U-17 team's third singles player: Kitagawa (junior high school first grade)]
These two sets of information are particularly eye-catching on the big screen. The white fonts against the black background are like twinkling stars in the night sky, attracting everyone's attention.
In an instant.
The atmosphere in the entire sports center was pushed to a climax.
The audience sat up straight, and the staff stopped what they were doing and focused their attention on the court, looking forward to the start of this exciting match.
On the Swiss U-17 team's side, Kitagawa stood on the edge of the team, his posture upright, like a pine tree.
There was a relaxed smile on his face and his eyes were bright and gentle, as if what was about to begin was not a tense and exciting game, but an everyday training session.
"It's my turn."
Beichuan spoke softly, his tone calm and natural, as if he was talking about today's weather.
He bent down slightly, stretched out his hand, and steadily picked up the racket beside him.
The racket in his hand seemed to merge with him and become a part of his body.
Then he straightened his body, took steady and firm steps, and walked straight towards the court.
Each of his steps was firm and powerful, leaving clear footprints on the ground. He seemed to have an innate confidence and composure that made the air around him vibrate.
"Finally, Beichuan came on the court."
In the audience, a national team player couldn't help but whisper, with a hint of excitement and anticipation in his voice.
His eyes were fixed on Beichuan's figure, not daring to leave for a moment, as if afraid of missing any details.
"Do you think he has truly reached the master's level?"
Another voice sounded nearby, with a hint of doubt and curiosity.
The people around turned their heads and looked at the person who spoke, their eyes also full of questions.
Everyone was full of speculation about Kitagawa's strength. After all, it was hard to imagine and full of mystery that he could reach such an astonishing height as a freshman in junior high school.
"Whether he's touched or not, it's incredible that he can reach this level of strength as a first-year junior high school student."
Someone else took over, his voice full of amazement.
The national team players in the audience immediately stared at Beichuan on the court with serious faces. There was inquiry and desire in their eyes, as if they wanted to see through each other with their eyes, trying to find the secret of Beichuan's powerful strength from him.
For a moment, there was a lot of discussion in the audience, people whispered to each other, discussing Beichuan's strength and the direction of the game. The whole atmosphere was lively and tense.
Just as everyone was discussing the matter, Jack Ferdinand, captain of the British U-17 team, and Kitagawa, captain of the Swiss U-17 team, stepped onto the field one after another.
At this moment, the whole world seemed to be quiet in an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on these two players, and time seemed to freeze.
The sunlight shines on them, outlining their tall and agile figures, forming a unique landscape.