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In the 10th minute of overtime, Chen Liang felt that he was only able to keep going through sheer willpower.

Following the coach's instructions, he stood firmly on the edge of the penalty area, using his body to block and his head to head the ball, doing everything possible to slow down Australia's relentless attacks.

"Liangzi! To the right!" Wu Lei's hoarse shout came from afar.

Chen Liang lunged at the Australian winger with all his might, but the opponent easily evaded his unsteady interception with a deft dribble and crossed the ball.

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Huang Jianxiang: "The Chinese youth team's defense has reached its limit; their movements are completely out of sync with their awareness! Australia's attack is unstoppable; if this continues, conceding a goal is only a matter of time!"

13th minute of extra time.

Australia controlled possession in their own half, and their left-back, perhaps because he looked down on the Chinese youth team's ineffective pressing in the attacking third, or perhaps it was part of the coach's tactical arrangement, wanted to pass the ball from the back line to the front line piece by piece.

However, due to physical limitations, they made a basic mistake, passing the ball back to the center-back too long, and the ball went out of bounds.

The Chinese youth team's ball inbounds.

Li Hao, the full-back responsible for throwing the ball, was panting heavily as he looked around the attacking third—Wu Lei was being closely marked by two players, and Wang Zhuo was completely shut down near the center circle.

Chen Liang... Chen Liang was being marked by the tall Australian captain and center-back Jones outside the penalty area arc.

There was no time left, and no better option. With his last ounce of strength, Li Hao threw the ball towards Chen Liang.

The ball was thrown high and far.

Jones, confident in his skill and audacity, believed he could control the ball with his head by using his high-flying ability, so he jumped.

He might normally be able to control the ball with his head, but in the 103rd minute, his stamina began to decline, and he misjudged the header.

Chen Liang was running towards where the ball was going to land.

"Brother Liang!!" Wu Shi saw through the system analysis that Chen Liang's running direction had a 5% chance of scoring directly, but a miracle happened. As Jones missed the header, the data instantly changed to 75% chance of scoring.

Chen Liang leaped towards the ball with all his might and headed it.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"

"Holy shit!!!"

"Chen Liang!!! Brother Liang!!"

"They got in?! They got in?! How the hell could they get in?!"

"God bless the national youth team!!!!"

"2-1!!! We've taken the lead!! We've taken the lead!!!"

"Chen Liang's positioning!!! Chen Liang can still move at this time!!!"

"Aaaaaaah, I can't believe my eyes!!!"

Chen Liang got up from the ground, stared at the ball spinning in the net, paused for a second, and then a huge surge of joy and catharsis burst through his chest.

He sprinted towards the corner flag area, roaring at the red stands, pounding his chest as if to unleash all his exhaustion, repression, and humiliation.

Then he turned to look at Australian captain Mark Jones, who stood frozen on the field, looking utterly lifeless. It was Jones' momentary lapse in concentration and misjudgment that led to the goal conceded.

Chen Liang ran up to Jones and said something in English (the author's English is poor and he doesn't know what he said).

This remark further enraged Jones, who was already frustrated and furious about his mistake.

The string of reason snapped with a "bang" under Chen Liang's mocking and provocative gaze and words.

"Fuck you!" Jones lost his mind, suddenly raised his right hand, and shoved Chen Liang hard in the chest!

Chen Liang was prepared the moment Jones raised his hand. He was indeed touched; Jones's action was real. But he exaggeratedly fell backward, rolling in pain on the grass.

"Beep—!!!"

The referee's whistle blew sharply, and he rushed over without hesitation!

Huang Jianxiang: "Jones made a move! He shoved Chen Liang! The referee is coming over! Let's see how he'll rule... straight red card! Red card and off! The Australian captain has been sent off!!" His voice was filled with shock and ecstasy.

Zhan Jun quickly analyzed: "Jones has completely lost control! What did Chen Liang say? Is there a lip-reading expert here? Jones has been tricked! As the core of the defense and captain, he was sent off, leaving the team with one less player, and they even lost the score... Australia is in trouble! The situation has reversed completely."

Even Wu Shi on the sidelines hadn't expected the reversal to be so sudden. He watched the referee pull out the red card, watched Jones' disbelief followed by a furious attempt to argue. After the initial euphoria came an even more intense heartbeat—an opportunity! A tremendous opportunity!

Old Zhao and Old Sun were already hugging each other, shouting and jumping, talking incoherently.

Wu Lei rushed over to help Chen Liang up immediately, quickly asking in his ear, "Are you alright? What did you say?"

Chen Liang grimaced in pain, but the spot he was covering wasn't the one where he had been pushed.

Wu Lei was taken aback, then realized what he meant and covered his mouth, saying, "You're covering the wrong spot. It's your chest, why are you covering your stomach?"

The game was thus reversed.

Australia was not only trailing in the score, but also missing their defensive stalwart and spiritual leader. In the remaining extra time, the Chinese youth team, though still fatigued, was in high spirits and had a one-man advantage!

They stopped simply defending and began to consciously control possession of the ball, using their numerical advantage to pass it around in the midfield and backfield, wasting the little time they had left.

The Australian players' mentality has collapsed, their offense is disorganized and their defense is full of holes.

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"Red card! Hahaha! What goes around comes around!"

"Chen Liang's move is like striking at the heart of the matter! It's a devastating blow!"

"It's safe! It's really safe now! We have one more opponent!"

"National Youth Team lads, hold on! Run out of time!"

"It only took me five minutes to go from hell to heaven..."

"Champions! We're just minutes away from the final!"

"After playing in China League Two for two years, I've learned these old hands' tricks quickly. But why am I so happy?"

The final few minutes seemed to fly by, yet also felt incredibly long. The national youth team players used their last bit of willpower to firmly control the situation.

When the fourth official raised the sign indicating three minutes of added time, the Australians had already lost the will to fight back.

When Wu Lei receives the ball in midfield, he no longer sprints, but simply protects the ball, draws fouls, or simply passes it to the wing.

Chen Liang stood in the front field with his hands on his hips. Although he was tired, his back was straight, like a flag.

(From the sidelines) Wu Shi, Lao Zhao, Lao Sun, and all the Chinese fans stood up and began to count down.

It's the last minute, time's up.

(In the live broadcast room) Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun's voices were also filled with trembling anticipation.

(The screen was flooded with a neat countdown.)

"Why hasn't the referee blown the whistle yet?"

"Beep—beep—beep—!!!"

The final whistle blows!

2: 1!

The Chinese youth team, in the face of desperation in extra time, completed an incredible comeback with a chance that wasn't really an opportunity, a goal full of fighting spirit and wisdom, a psychological battle, and a red card that turned the tide!

They defeated the host nation Australia and proudly advanced to the final of the Asian Youth Championship!

The national youth team players collapsed onto the grass, but their faces were beaming with ecstatic smiles.

Chen Liang was pinned down by the crowd, laughing like a fool.