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CCTV live broadcast room.

Huang Jianxiang took a deep breath, his voice filled with excitement, yet unable to conceal his tension:

"87th minute! The Chinese U-20 team is still leading Japan 2-1! Time is running out for the Japanese team!"

The camera pans to the sidelines, to the Japanese team's coaching area. The head coach, wearing a green baseball cap and a dark blue tracksuit, is excitedly waving his arms and shouting something in Japanese.

His assistant coach was also ashen-faced.

"We see the Japanese team's coach, the one on the sidelines wearing a green hat... cough, the one wearing a green hat is the Japanese team's head coach, and he's very anxious right now!"

Huang Jianxiang quickly realized what was happening and began to correct him.

Zhan Jun was trying not to laugh.

The scene cuts back to the scene.

After kicking off, the Japanese team almost abandoned passing the ball in the midfield and backfield, and started passing it forward directly from near the center circle.

Shibasaki Gaku received the ball and, facing Wang Zhuofeng's close marking, did not choose to organize the attack, but instead made a long over-the-top pass to the striker!

The ball was passed too quickly and too high, and flew directly out of bounds.

The national youth team goalkeeper strolled over, picked up the ball, glanced at the referee, then at the sidelines, before placing the ball on the edge of the six-yard box.

"We've wasted time!" Huang Jianxiang's voice rose.

"A sound tactical choice! Every second is precious at this moment!"

In the stands, Japanese fans booed loudly.

But the chants from the national youth team fans were even louder: "Defense! Defense! Defense!"

Wu Shi was positioned slightly to the right of midfield, and the burning sensation in his left leg was becoming increasingly pronounced.

He is now involved in the defense throughout the game, moving along the passing lines of the Japanese team and using his running to compress the opponent's passing space.

[Fitness monitoring: Left leg load has reached 82%]

[Recommendation: Minimize lateral movement and maintain position]

[WARNING: Continuing high-intensity exercise carries a risk of injury]

The system is issuing an alarm.

Wu Shi gritted his teeth and ignored him.

There are only a few minutes left.

Hang in there.

In the 89th minute, the Japanese team won a corner kick.

The goalkeeper also rushed into the penalty area. The Japanese team had eight attacking players crammed into the penalty area, while the Chinese youth team, except for Wu Lei who stayed near the halfway line, had everyone else retreating to defend.

The corner kick is taken.

A quick touch to the front!

The ball flew towards the far post!

Japan's center-back outjumps China's youth team defenders and heads the ball into the goal!

"Danger!" Huang Jianxiang exclaimed.

The ball grazed the crossbar and went out of bounds!

"Searchable, repairable—!" The Japanese bench erupted in sighs and groans.

The Chinese youth team goalkeeper launched a long kick from the goal. Wu Lei leaped powerfully near the halfway line and headed the ball towards the Japanese half—not to attack, but simply to send the ball further away and keep the clock ticking.

The ball went out of bounds.

Japan serves the ball quickly from the outside of the box.

But at that moment, Lao Li made a substitution gesture on the sidelines.

The fourth official held up an electronic sign: Number 14 up, Number 7 down.

Wu Lei.

He wants to replace Wu Lei.

"Coach Li is going to substitute Wu Lei!"

Zhan Jun immediately analyzed, "This was a tactical substitution, and also a time-wasting substitution! Wu Lei gave his all today, scoring the first goal and creating the crucial free kick. He is undoubtedly the hero of the national youth team today!"

Wu Lei paused for a moment when he saw the substitution board, then immediately understood the coach's intention.

He didn't run to the sidelines immediately.

Instead, he slowly walked towards the corner flag area, bent down, and pretended to tie his shoelaces.

It was tied on the left foot and then on the right foot.

"Wu Lei is stalling for time!" Huang Jianxiang laughed. "Very clever! At this point, you have to utilize every method allowed by the rules!"

The Japanese player got impatient and raised his hand to protest to the referee.

The referee ran over and gestured for Wu Lei to hurry up.

Wu Lei then got up and slowly walked to the sidelines.

One step, two steps.

After taking five steps, he suddenly squatted down again to adjust his shin guards.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Laughter erupted from the national youth team's bench.

The Japanese coach was furious on the sidelines, yelling at the fourth official.

The referee finally couldn't hold back any longer, ran over, and pulled out a yellow card!

"Yellow card! The referee showed Wu Lei a yellow card! The reason is time-wasting!" Huang Jianxiang spoke rapidly, "This yellow card was well-deserved! Absolutely worth it!"

Wu Lei then limped towards the sidelines.

He high-fived the substitute player number 14, then slumped onto the bench, where staff immediately handed him water and a towel.

The entire substitution process took one minute and twenty seconds.

The match has reached the 91st minute.

The fourth official had already raised his sign, indicating 5 minutes of added time.

"Five minutes of added time!" Huang Jianxiang's voice rose. "These five minutes will decide the champion!"

The Japanese team's live broadcast room, inside the studio.

The commentator's voice was visibly anxious and helpless:

"The Chinese team is clearly stalling for time."

During the substitution, their number 7, Wu Lei, tied his shoelaces twice and adjusted his shin guards. Although the referee gave him a yellow card, more than a minute had already been wasted.

This tactic...while not violating the rules, is unethical.

Another guest sighed:

"But that's football. In the final moments of a final, the leading team will do everything in their power to secure the victory."

"What we need to do now is not complain, but try to score in the remaining four minutes."

The scene returns to the venue.

After kicking off, the Japanese team launched a final, frantic attack.

They no longer pay attention to formations or teamwork; wherever the ball goes, the players rush there.

In the 92nd minute, Gaku Shibasaki took a long-range shot from outside the penalty area, but the ball bounced off a defender.

In the 93rd minute, Japan crossed the ball from the left wing, and the Chinese youth team goalkeeper punched the ball away with both fists. He then took another shot from outside the box, but it went wide.

The national youth team's defense was like a reef in a storm, repeatedly battered but always standing firm.

Wu Shi kept moving around in midfield, his left leg already numb, relying solely on instinct. Every interception, every block, was sustained by muscle memory and willpower.

Left leg load: 91%

[Warning: Critical point approaching]

Two minutes left.

Hang in there.

In the 94th minute, Japan had their last chance.

Gaku Shibasaki received the ball in midfield. Facing the double-team of two defenders, he suddenly flicked the ball behind him with his heel, then turned and dribbled past them!

He charged forward!

Only one center-back is left in front of them!

Gaku Shibasaki dribbles into the penalty area!

China's youth team goalkeeper is out in action!

Just as Shibasaki Gaku was about to kick, a red figure came flying in from the side and behind with a sliding tackle—

Takeishi!

He used his last bit of strength to touch the ball with his right foot!

The ball was poked out of bounds!

Gaku Shibasaki was brought down, but the referee didn't call a foul—he touched the ball first!

Corner kick.

"Wu Shi! The crucial shovel strike!" Huang Jianxiang's voice almost cracked.

"According to my information, his injury hasn't worsened yet. He dragged his upper body and saved the team once again in the final moments!"

Wu Shi lay on the ground, a tearing pain shooting through his left leg.

But he smiled.

value!!!!

Japan takes their final corner kick.

The ball flew towards the penalty area—

Melee!

People turn their backs!

The referee whistle blows!

It wasn't a penalty, it was an offensive foul—the Japanese player pushed the other player first.

"Beep—beep—beep—!"

Three long whistles pierced the night sky over Sydney.

competition is over.

2:1.

The Chinese youth team won.

champion.

"The game is over—!!!!!" Huang Jianxiang's roar drowned out all other sounds for a moment, but he choked up the next second.

In the footage, everyone on the national youth team's bench—players, coaches, team doctors, and staff—rushed onto the field. They rushed towards the players, hugging them, shouting, and tears streaming down their flushed faces.

The background music in the CCTV live broadcast room started playing without warning at that moment.

It's Queen's "We Are The Champions".

"We are the champions——my friends..."

The powerful and stirring melody instantly overwhelmed everything else.

Huang Jianxiang took off his glasses, wiped his eyes hard with the back of his hand, and when he looked up again, his eyes were red and his voice was trembling, but he was still trying his best to continue the commentary:

"Ladies and gentlemen...ladies and gentlemen...the 2011 Asian Youth Championship final...is over..."

He sniffed, his voice even hoarser:

"The Chinese U-19 team... defeated the Japanese U-19 team 2-1... and won the AFC U-19 Championship..."

He couldn't continue.