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After the ecstasy,

The national youth team players felt an unprecedented sense of fatigue.

Chen Liang was the first to collapse completely, landing face-first on the grass in a spread-eagle position.

His chest heaved violently as he gazed at the night sky, a strange, hoarse laugh stretching from his lips to his ears. As he laughed, tears streamed down his face.

He not only scored what was perhaps the most important goal of his life, but it was also a goal that played a very important role in the development of the national football team.

Wu Lei did not fall, although his legs were shaking a little.

But he still walked over to the goalkeeper, who was kneeling on the ground, weeping with his face buried in his hands, and pulled him up, embracing him tightly. "Well done, brother!"

Next was Wang Zhuofeng, then the teammate who was substituted after cramping, the one who was limping at the moment, and the one who was paralyzed on the field... He hugged each of them, patted their backs, passed on strength, and also drew strength from them.

He's the captain, and his joy at this moment needs to be shared.

The substitutes and coaching staff had already rushed onto the field like a flood bursting its banks.

Coach Li was surrounded by his assistant coaches and players. This usually stern middle-aged man had red eyes and was forcefully patting each player who ran to him, repeatedly muttering:

"Well done! Well done! You're all great!" Then he turned around and secretly wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

The red stands in the southeast corner

Old Zhao and Old Sun had long since abandoned all restraint, jumping and shouting while hugging each other. Old Zhao even tried to pick up Wu Shi, but Wu Shi hurriedly stopped him—his legs couldn't withstand such a celebration.

But joy is universal. Wu Shi, leaning on his cane, felt his heart pounding in his chest. A mix of pride and a slight regret at not being able to participate in person overwhelmed him, and ultimately, it all turned into a desperate shout at the arena.

"The match is over! The match is over!" Huang Jianxiang's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"2-1! The Chinese U-19 team completed an incredible comeback in extra time! They defeated the powerful host team Australia and made history by reaching the AFC U-19 Championship final!"

"Tonight, the Sydney night sky belongs to China in red! This group of young men, with an average age of less than 19, brought us boundless inspiration and hope with a victory that burned with their willpower to the extreme!"

Zhan Jun was equally excited, reflecting on this game that was destined to become legendary.

"From Wu Lei's 90th-minute equalizer that kept the flame of hope alive; to their tenacious defense under immense pressure in extra time;"

"Then Chen Liang seized an opportunity that wasn't really an chance to take the lead, and cleverly provoked the opposing team's key captain to receive a red card and be sent off... This match contained the most extreme drama and heroism in football!"

"Coach Li's tactical adjustments, Wu Lei's leadership, Chen Liang's fighting spirit and quick thinking, and the team's united defense... every aspect was crucial! They deserved this victory, they deserved a ticket to the final!"

The live stream on Goose Sports was now a tsunami of pure emotion in the chat.

"Champions!!!! We are the champions!!!!"

"Hey buddy up, calm down, we haven't even played the final match yet."

"I'm so heartbroken, family members, I'm really crying!"

"Chen Liang! Brother Liang! From today onwards, you're my real brother!"

"Wuhan! A last-minute equalizer and orchestrated comeback! A true leader!"

"Coach Li is awesome!"

"The red card was the key turning point! Chen Liang was awesome!"

"The national youth team is awesome!!! Chinese football hasn't felt this good in a long time!"

"I can't believe we've made it to the finals... Will we play Japan or South Korea?"

"No matter who we fight! Just go for it! Our goal is the championship!!"

"Wu Shi, take good care of your injury! We need you for the finals!"

Mixed interview area, after the game.

The place was already packed with Chinese and foreign journalists.

First, he looked at Chen Liang, who had been "carried" over by the staff, and the smile on his face hadn't faded yet.

"Chen Liang! You scored the go-ahead goal and caused the opponent to receive a red card. What were you thinking at that moment?"

Chen Liang took the microphone and caught his breath:

"A goal? It's the result of the whole team's perseverance, and we deserve this goal. I was just the final link in completing this goal."

"Red card?" He paused, then gave a slightly roguish smile.

"I didn't actually say anything. Maybe my English isn't very good, which caused him to misunderstand me."

The answer was evasive, but it drew knowing laughter from the reporters and even more intense flashes of light.

Next up was Wu Lei. He tidied his soaking wet hair slightly, his expression calm, but his eyes were sharp.

"Wu Lei, as captain, leading the team to a historic final appearance, how do you feel right now?"

"I'm very excited, but the competition isn't over yet."

"The final is the ultimate goal. Today's victory is the result of the whole team's hard work for every second of the 120 minutes, and the credit belongs to everyone. We have put in a lot of effort, but we have also exposed some problems, which we need to analyze before the final."

"What's your opinion on the opposing captain's red card incident? Was it part of the plan?"

Wu Lei thought for a moment and then said:

"Football is not only a contest of skill and physical ability, but also a battle of wits. Chen Liang seized the opportunity. Most importantly, we won the game, and in the right way." His answer was impeccable.

Finally, there's head coach Li. His emotions have calmed down considerably.

"Coach Li, what was the key to the comeback?"

"Belief," Old Li said succinctly. "The kids always believed they could win, even until the very last moment. Tactics are static, but people are dynamic. Today they executed the tactics, and they went beyond them. I am incredibly proud of their fighting spirit."

What are your expectations for the final?

Old Li's expression turned serious:

"There are no weak teams that can reach the final. Japan has exquisite technique and strong teamwork, which is a challenge on another level."

"We will carefully study our opponents and make the most difficult preparations. Now, let's enjoy this moment first. Starting tomorrow, we'll reset everything and prepare for the final with all our might."

After the match, the national youth team checked into the hotel and went to the conference room.

The champagne had been opened and sprayed everywhere. The team members sat and lay haphazardly, tending to their wounds and drinking energy drinks.

Wu Lei didn't join in the joking around. He walked over to Chen Liang and handed him a bottle of water. "How's your leg?"

"It doesn't feel like it's mine anymore," Chen Liang said with a wry smile, "but it's worth it."

Wu Lei nodded and lowered his voice:

"And what exactly did you say?"

"It's nothing. I just said, 'You jump so short, just like your brother under your belt.' Maybe my English is too bad and he misunderstood me."

Wu Lei was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter after realizing what he meant.

"Your comment was clever and effective. Next time... be mindful of the degree."

Chen Liang chuckled: "Understood, Brother Lei."

Old Li walked in, and the meeting room became quieter.

"Listen up, all of you!"

Old Li's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Tonight, you are heroes! Celebrate as you please! But—"

He then changed the subject.

"We'll have a meeting tomorrow morning at 10:00 sharp to review the game and analyze our opponents in the finals. Reaching the finals isn't the end; our goal is—" His gaze swept across every young face.

"They're the champions!"

"champion!"

"champion!"

"Champion!" someone shouted first. Then, scattered responses rang out, eventually merging into a chorus.

Wu Shi roared along with him.

"champion!"

System prompt pop-up

[Major team victory detected (defeated the host team, advancing to the finals)]

[The host experiences a strong sense of indirect involvement, and their mental resonance is enhanced.]

[Injury recovery assistance system in effect... Current recovery progress: 32%]

[Estimated time to reach the state of "being able to conduct low-intensity ball training": 4-6 days]

[Note: The finals are in 5 days. Based on the current recovery rate, the probability of reaching a professional level where one can briefly play (<25 minutes) is approximately 55%.]

[The probability of starting and playing the entire game is 2%. 'It is recommended that the host prioritize ensuring a full recovery.']