So tired! Utterly exhausted!
I'm almost at my limit!
Yang Yang opened his mouth and gulped in air, like a greedy sponge sucking up the oxygen around him.
More than eighty minutes had passed, yet the score remained 0–0.
Ajax's Second Team had never managed to create any threat in attack. Instead, they had been pushed back into a somewhat sorry state by their opponents.
After all, this was a team made up of young players. Whether in stamina or experience, they were inferior to their opponents.
"Everyone, stay focused! Hang in there a little longer—we still have a chance." Head Coach Van Basten's shout came from the sidelines.
Yang Yang turned his head and saw his idol from childhood. He had just been about to smile when sweat seeped into his eyes. He could only raise a hand to wipe it away, leaving his palm soaked before casually flicking the sweat onto the grass.
After seventy minutes, once he had dropped back into midfield, Yang Yang had consciously begun slowing down, reducing his rapid straight-line sprints. He mostly jogged at an even pace, stopping to rest whenever he got the chance.
He tried his best to follow the experience John van 't Schip had taught him, preserving as much stamina as possible during the match.
He believed that if he was suffering, then that thirty-five-year-old veteran on the other side had to be suffering even more.
There had to be another chance.
He had always firmly believed that.
Fatigue was like an invincible beast, gradually devouring everyone's willpower, enemy and ally alike.
Many of Ajax's Second Team players had begun to struggle to run. Krohn in midfield was one of them. Danes had always been known for their technique and passing, while stamina was not his strong suit. Even