Van Persie: Why? Why have you always been so high and mighty?

Robin van Persie: Why? Why have you always stood so high above everyone else? Robin van Persie lowered his head and stared at the grass beneath his feet, his teeth clenched tight.

An endless tide of bitterness, unwillingness, and humiliation churned in his chest.

He refused to accept it. He refused to admit that he had truly been cast aside by the times.

He refused to admit that Li Yufei's cold-blooded decision back then had been the right one.

He looked up at Li Yufei, who was calmly tracking back not far away.

The other man looked composed and steady, without the slightest hint of pride or showmanship.

As though that 1v3 dribble and assist just now had been nothing out of the ordinary.

The more nonchalant he was, the more wildly the fury in van Persie's heart grew.

Why?

Why could you personally send me away, then still stand at the summit and look down on everyone?

Why had I struggled with everything I had, yet still never managed to escape your suppression?

His overwhelming obsession swept through his mind once more, drowning out the disappointment and self-doubt in his heart.

He wasn't willing!

He absolutely refused to admit defeat like this!

The match was not over yet. There was still plenty of time left in the half, and there would still be opportunities in the second half.

He still had time. He still had a chance to complete his own revenge and prove himself!

With his fighting spirit reignited, van Persie took a deep breath, turned, and threw himself back into the match.

For the remainder of the first half, the two teams once again fell into an intense tug-of-war.

The trailing Netherlands launched a frenzied counterattack, trying to level the score before the first half ended.

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