The coaching career started as a college team coach

Three minutes passed quickly, and when the clock jumped to 105 minutes, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half of the overtime.

In theory, there is no rest time between the first and second halves. But it is customary that at this time, the referee will leave three or four minutes for the players to rest and massage.

"You are already heroes." Wei Le said to the players before going on the court.

In the 107th minute, Rodri's long shot flew into the sky.

In the 109th minute, Bowen broke through all possible defenses, but in the last second facing the goalkeeper, his legs really couldn't hold up, and the ball he kicked was soft and weak.

No one would blame this young man, he has done well enough.

Wei Le still stood on the sidelines, he felt that time passed very slowly, and for the first time, outside of the last few minutes of the last exam of the college entrance examination, he felt the feeling of "living a year" again.

At the same time, every minute passed quickly, he watched the players on the field still running with all their might, and time passed unknowingly.

The screen flickered, and the score remained at 2-1.

In the 111th minute, Hull City's long pass was just in front of the penalty area, but no Hull City player caught up, they were all too tired.

At this point in the game, there was no more technical content. Just as Wei Le said, the overtime stage was 30 minutes of infinitely weakened tactics. But what kept the players thinking in pain was their strong will.

Jota was still running, Coady was still running, Rodri, Godfrey and Doherty were all running. They could hardly think normally, but their instinct drove them to run to the position they thought was right, to press for the ball and launch a counterattack.

114 minutes, 115 minutes.

Martin Taylor's voice was a little hoarse after more than two hours of commentary.

"Snodgrass failed to catch up with the through ball, Maguire's through ball was too big. But there is no way, Maguire now looks like he is out of breath." Martin Taylor took a deep breath, "There are still four minutes left, although anything can happen during this time, but if the game does not change, Hull City will advance to the next round."

"The opponent has come out, in the other game, it was Manchester United who became the winner, and they will face the winner of this game in mid-January."

Martin Taylor said emotionally, "No matter what, all the players are fighting. They run as hard as they can, not only for victory, but also to leave no regrets for themselves. This is the most touching part of competitive sports."

"Whether it is Hull City supporters or Wolves supporters, please don't blame your players. They want to win more than anyone else, and they have made more efforts than everyone else!!!"

Bowen raised his head and looked around his former home again.

He didn't expect that when he returned again, he had become Hull City's opponent at Kingston's American Express Stadium.

He has never been so sentimental, but at this point in time, he felt that all the memories came to his mind at this moment. From the ignorant boy who walked down the train with an old bag to the player who is now independent, he has experienced too much.

He imagined countless times what he would do when he returned here as an opponent, and whether the fans here would insult him for being treacherous. But no, before the game, the commentator called out his name again, at least he heard some applause, which was encouragement for the children of Hull City.

Some people have also doubted whether Bowen's transfer from a Premier League team to a Championship team is a self-demotion, whether he is obsessed with money, or whether it is a step backward in his career. Including some Hull City supporters think so.

But the fact is that Bowen is like a fish in water in the Championship League, while Hull City is struggling in the relegation zone of the Premier League. When they meet again, they are full of sighs.

Throughout the game, Bowen performed very well, and his sharp breakthroughs threatened Hull City's defense again and again. Presumably, the leadership of Hull City will regret letting go of the talented player so easily after seeing his performance.

Perhaps they regret not whether they should keep him, but regret not selling him for a higher price.

Mike Phelan, sitting on the bench, sighed. Perhaps this is also the reason why his former boss Bruce left the team. Although they won the game, there are still many problems, and Mike Phelan is not so happy.

116 minutes, 117 minutes.

Wei Le is still standing in his position.

118 minutes and 20 seconds.

Bowen, standing on the field, panted and slowlyWalking slowly, looking around.

Wait, where are the people around me?

He looked around. Robertson had just launched the attack, and he had not returned from a relatively forward position, while Maguire was still marking Jota.

"Hey!!" Bowen took a deep breath and shouted to the backcourt, raising his hand high.

Rodri couldn't hear Bowen's shouting in the noisy environment, but he could see Bowen's hand raised high.

118 minutes and 34 seconds.

"Pass it here!" Rodri waved to Godfrey, who turned around and passed the ball over, but the force was a bit strong.

Rodri stopped the ball with great effort and looked forward again.

118 minutes and 46 seconds.

Bowen was still in that position, but the next second his sight was blocked by Robertson. Rodri passed the ball to Doherty on the right.

Doherty could still run, he ran up to receive the ball and advanced along the side. Hull City players surrounded them to defend, so Rodri stepped forward to support him.

Doherty pointed forward and passed the ball to Rodri's position. Rodri understood and pushed the ball forward without stopping.

A wall-to-wall match.

But the pass was too long!

When Rodri saw the ball, he felt that he had passed it too long. Doherty really couldn't catch up with the ball. Rodri raised his hands guiltily, and he ruined a chance.

119 minutes and 12 seconds.

The dawdling Hull City players took the ball from the ball boy and threw it hard to the front court. They wanted to delay for a while.

Rodri looked back and vaguely saw the yellow figure beside Robertson disappear. He saw the figure again in the middle.

The ball was sent out, Coady got the ball and quickly passed it to Rodri.

Edwards found something, he secretly clapped his hands, waving his hands in front of his chest to attract Rodri's attention. Of course Rodri found him, so he passed the ball.

119 minutes and 20 seconds.

Edwards received the ball.

Edwards, who had been silent for most of the season, was often considered unable to serve the team. But everyone knew that he must have the ability to gain a foothold in the team.

Edwards withstood Livermore's impact, and he was knocked into a trance. Where is the person, where should I pass the ball!

"Behind the left side!!!!"

I don't know who shouted, or no one shouted at all. But Edwards chose to believe it, he flicked the ball, and then slammed it hard to his left rear, that is, the direction of the penalty area.

After the ball was passed, Edwards felt the pressure behind him suddenly loosened, and then he heard the exclamation and shouting of Kingston Communications Stadium.

What happened? He turned his head, a yellow lightning hit the football, and then he was tripped by the Hull City goalkeeper.

Where is the ball?

119 minutes and 42 seconds.

"Rodri passed the ball directly to Edwards, Edwards took the ball and turned around, holding off Livermore. This was probably the last attack, but Wolves..." Martin Taylor couldn't believe his eyes, "But Wolves refused to give up! Bowen appeared in the center position, did Edwards see it!"

"He saw it! He passed the ball! Edwards passed it - Bowen was facing the goal! ! ! ! ! ! ! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!!!"

Bowen staggered twice. The ball was passed with too much force, and because of this, it penetrated Maguire's legs and reached Bowen.

Damn it, never mind!

His former teammate, Jakupovic, rushed towards him, and behind him, he could hear Michael Dawson's shouts, and he had already flown over.

At this moment, Bowen gritted his teeth and rushed forward, avoiding Dawson's flying tackle.

Wei Le stood on the sidelines, widening his eyes, could it be that...

119 minutes and 47 seconds

Bowen swung his leg, just as he had done before in this stadium.

The arch of his foot pushed against the middle of the ball.

The Hull City fans opened their mouths in despair, but they didn't have time to utter a syllable.

119 minutes and 48 seconds.

The ball rolled, dodging the outstretched hand of Jakupovic and the flying leg of Maguire.

It went into the near corner of the goal.

119 minutes and 49 seconds.

Swarbrick pointed his right arm to the center circle and blew the whistle.

It was not three long whistles symbolizing the end of the game, but a whistle symbolizing a goal!

"GOAL!!!!!!!!!"