The fourth official raised the LED board at the sideline: three minutes of stoppage time.
The Japan National Team pushed forward in force.
The China National Team fell back across the board.
"Hold on."
"If we hold on for a few more minutes, we'll win this match."
"Danger! Shinji Kagawa dribbles into the Penalty Area..."
"Beautiful!"
"Li Luo tracked back in time for crucial defensive support and a key clearance! This type of midfielder... doesn't depend on a system."
"During the dead-ball phase, the camera cuts to the sidelines. Both coaches look extremely tense."
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-[China National Team, go!]
-[Hold on! Don't panic!]
-[Hope is right in front of us! Focus! Don't be useless!]
-[My heart is in my throat. Don't let those little Japanese equalize!]
-[My Luo is fucking awesome. His athleticism is insane, and his burst of speed is terrifying. Against those little Japanese from the J.League... he's playing like Yaya Touré.]
-[With the national team, Li Luo doesn't need a system. At club level, Li Luo brings his own system.]
-[I have to say, the atmosphere in the China stands is absolutely majestic.]
The singing at Tianhe Stadium grew louder and louder.
At this moment, tens of thousands of Chinese fans stood united, pushing home-field advantage to its absolute limit.
The singing seemed to possess power, like invisible chains winding around the Japan National Team's feet, and like armor draped over the China National Team's shoulders.
Time ticked away, second by second.
Li Luo was active in front of China's defensive line. Relying on Spatial Awareness, he gave everything he had to disrupt Japan's positional attacking chain.
"Thirty seconds left."
"Hold the line."
"Takuma Asano drops back a few steps. It's a feint, then a quick acceleration off a small adjustment step, cutting diagonally into our