The coaching career started as a college team coach

"Bowen shoots!!!! Facing his former teammate Jakupovic, he chooses to push the ball--"

"The ball goes in!!! ... He took a deep breath and then exhaled violently, as if he was exhaling all the bad mood that Wolves had been struggling with in the past few years.

"Let's go, WOLVES!!!!!!!!!!"

He took off the yellow cheering scarf with a wolf pattern hanging around his neck and threw it into the sky with the beer, shouting loudly. His roar attracted cheers from the surrounding fans, and their voices spread out from the glass door and went farther and farther in the dark night sky of Wolverhampton.

"This is the result of hard work, which made the game suspenseful again at the last moment!! They dragged the game into a penalty shootout by themselves!"

"Let's remember these names. We remember Emiliano Martinez, Jota and Rodri, Coady, Jack Pearce and Doherty, remember the names of all the Wolves players and most importantly-"

"Let's remember the name of the magical boy Bowen who showed his power at the last moment. I believe that everyone who watched this game will not forget him. This game will go down in history."

"No matter who wins next, there is no loser in this game! Ladies and gentlemen. Decades ago, the head coach of the West German team said, 'The ball is round', yes! As long as the three long whistles have not sounded, everything is possible!"

Martin Taylor took a deep breath, his head hurt a little, probably because of the lack of oxygen caused by a series of passionate commentary.

The camera was aimed at Wei Le. After a short period of stagnation, the young head coach suddenly jumped up and hugged his colleagues and substitutes!

"It's possible! It's possible!"

Cellars held Wei Le's hands tightly. Wei Le nodded repeatedly.

Bowen stood on the sidelines, raised his hands, indicating that he would not celebrate. Although he was very excited now, his remaining rationality prevented him from celebrating wildly. This is his home, he can't do this.

But others don't care about this! Rodri rushed up and directly lifted Bowen up by the waist!

"You are so XX awesome!!!!!!" Coady pushed the two to the ground.

They celebrated wildly in Hull City's penalty area as if no one was around. But Hull City players had no intention of stopping them, and most of them had collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

Maguire covered his face in pain, he lay in the goal, and he was less than a meter away from shoveling the ball out at the last moment. But he didn't do it in the end.

Jakupovic held the ball in his arms, lying on the ground, his eyes looking straight ahead. How he wished he could have held the ball in his arms a few seconds earlier, instead of picking it out of the goal now.

The referee did not come up to spoil the fun at this time. He knew that after the game started again, he might have just blown the whistle to start the game and then blow the whistle to end the game.

In the end, the Wolves players who regained their composure gathered together and walked back to their own area, and the Hull City players also stood up. They had to face this result.

Mbokani and Diomande stood in the center circle one after the other.

The referee blew the whistle, just like an ultra-long-distance attempt at the last moment of a basketball game. Mbokani touched the ball lightly, and Diomande ran forward from the edge of the center circle and swung at the ball, trying to lob it.

But this kick was ridiculously off.

The ball finally bounced on the ground and flew out of the bottom line, not even into the penalty area. At this moment, the referee blew three long whistles.

The commentator explained to the fans through the radio that according to the rules, the two sides would have to go to a penalty shootout to decide the final winner.As he explained, no one wanted to leave the court now, and no one wanted to miss this moment.

Players from both sides ran off the court. Time was running out, and they needed to decide the order of the main penalty as soon as possible. There was a lot to do, and the game was not over yet.

"Well done, brothers, you are heroes."

Facing the panting players, this was the first sentence Wei Le said. Rodri and Bowen looked at each other, and they both smiled tiredly.

"You know better than me what moment this is. The game is almost over, but there is still a way to go. So, let's get down to business." Wei Le gathered everyone in a circle, and everyone gathered together with their arms around each other, "Who is willing to be the first?"

Rodri, Edwards and Jota raised their hands instantly. They looked at each other in surprise at first, and then smiled tacitly.

It takes great courage to be the first player to take the penalty, and the first one to stand on the penalty spot will bear more pressure than usual. But none of the players are willing to surrender without a fight.

"You should take the first penalty kick, Jota, and Edwards, the second."

The two nodded firmly, and then Wei Le turned around and patted Rodri on the shoulder. The young man was a little depressed that he was not selected to take the first penalty kick.

"Be more alert, your task is more arduous, you take the fifth penalty kick."

Rodri's eyes lit up when he heard this.

In the first five rounds of penalty shootouts, the players of the two teams have to kick a total of 10 balls in rounds, and the winner will be determined based on the total number of goals after the fifth round. The fifth penalty kick is usually the last round of the penalty shootout.

If the fifth round of penalties fails to determine the winner, then the team will enter the sudden death mode and kick one round after another.

The fifth round of penalties, as the last round of the penalty shootout, often undertakes the most important task. Sometimes he needs to lock in the victory or pull the team back from the brink of life and death.

Rodri is willing to take on such a job.

There is no fear in his heart.

Finally, the order of registration was as follows:

Round 1: Diogo Jota;

Round 2: David Edwards;

Round 3: Coady;

Round 4: Bowen;

Round 5: Rodri.

And the order for the sixth round was as follows.

Round 6: Ruben Dias

Round 7: Ben Godfrey

Round 8: Doherty

Round 9: Jack Pearce

Round 10: Joe Mason

Round 11: Emiliano Martinez

At the urging of the fourth official, the players walked onto the field together. They stood on one side of the center circle, shoulder to shoulder, and stood in a row. David Edwards, wearing the captain's armband, walked towards the referee.

He had to perform a side-to-side ceremony with Hull City's on-field captain Michael Dawson to decide which side the penalty kick would be kicked on.

In the end, Edwards got the priority to choose the side, while Michael Dawson got the privilege of kicking first. In fact, Edwards felt that it was useless to have the right to choose a side in the away game.

He looked around. Except for the yellow spots in the away fans area in the corner, the whole stadium was a stand where Hull City's home team fans gathered. So it didn't matter which side he chose.

He chose the half where Wolves kicked off in the second half of overtime to take a penalty kick, because he thought Martin might be familiar with this venue.

"Leave it to me, brothers, you have to trust your goalkeeper." Emiliano Martinez waved his big palm and smiled cheerfully, as if he didn't take the pressure seriously at all.

"Okay!" Jota, who took the first penalty, responded with a smile.

Martin walked slowly towards his goal, holding a kettle and looking at something while walking.

"Don't jump out early, I can see it clearly, the linesman is watching you, if you commit a foul, I will blow the whistle and ask for a re-take." The referee Swarbrick gave the two goalkeepers a routine reminder.

Jakupovic nodded solemnly, while Martin looked around and looked careless.

"Martinez, you can go get ready."

With this permission, Jakupovic walked off the field, while Martin walked towards the goal with a smile. In front of him were the fans of Hull City.

They were waving their arms and booing as much as they could, trying to put some psychological pressure on Martinez. One guy took off his shirt and started dancing in the cold weather at the end of November, and his fat was particularly... eye-catching.

Then he was ordered to put on his clothes.

This farce made Martinez laugh.

Behind him, Mbokani stood expressionlessly on the penalty spot. Martinez turned around and met Mbokani's eyes. Then, in the surprised eyes of everyone, Martinez turned around and walked towardsMbokani, he stood in front of Mbokani.

Is he going to say something harsh? I'm not afraid of you!

Mbokani thought so, and then he heard Big Martin say with a smile -

"Come on, you can do it."

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