The University of Southern California, up and down, inside and outside, from players to students, from coaches to teachers, everyone is looking forward to another confrontation with UCLA, an upright showdown, for revenge, and more importantly In order to climb to the top of the championship by stepping on the corpse of his mortal enemy.
Deep down in their hearts, they knew clearly that if they were not facing the Bruins in the finals, I am afraid that their rival from the same city would complain, "If they didn't beat us, such a championship would not be enough, far from enough." Sandi insists on being stubborn and his face is disgusting.
The only way to shut them up is to defeat their opponents in a head-on confrontation, and then completely silence the croaking sounds of those stupid bears.
Hanfman is probably the only exception.
Every day, Hanfman silently prays that someone can stop the Bruins in their tracks in time so they don't have to fight again.
Because Hanfman knows Coach Smith's habits, he often arranges matchups with competing styles to seize the advantage from a tactical level.
In the regular season against the Sooners, he faced off against Alcorta; against the Eagles, he faced off against Polanin; in the just-concluded semifinals of the National Championship game against the Cavaliers, he faced off against Mitchell Frank—— However, the Cavaliers also changed their formation, and as a result, he and Domiyan faced off against two power players.
According to this rule, against the Bruins, Hanfman versus Gauvin is a high probability event.
Hanfman really didn't want the nightmare to happen again.
However, the Eagles lost - Kerbert also lost two donuts; the Sooners also lost - Alcorta had no chance in the game.
Hanfman, shivering.
The situation he least expected to see happened after all, and he was really... crying without tears.
But looking at the high-spirited and passionate teammates, I couldn't express the fear and entanglement in my heart. I just roared and shouted with my teammates, clenching my fists and roaring, biting my handkerchief and crying silently deep in my soul.
God, why do you treat him like this?
"Fight-on!"
This is the battle cry of the Trojans' athletic team, short, powerful and impassioned. The semifinals have just ended, and they can't wait to get ready to get on the final stage.
Hanfman also cheered along with his teammates.
"Continue fighting!"
"Continue fighting!"
Ambition surged in my chest.
However, after shouting the slogan, Hanfman left the locker room silently, he wanted to be quiet.
In fact, to a certain extent, Hanfman was mentally prepared.
After arriving in Athens, Hanfman has served as the first singles player for three consecutive games. He and Sacramento are both ranked in the top ten in the country, seventh and eighth respectively. Their recent status is similar, but coach Smith still hopes Hanfman was more impactful and showed momentum in the first singles position.
Therefore, Hanfman also knew the responsibility he shouldered and won all three games——
In his last match against Domyan, he also saved three match points. He reversed and won the tie-break in the second set by a small score of "12:10", and then continued his efforts in the third set to complete the comeback.
But when it comes to facing Gawain, Hanfman still lacks confidence after all.
Because Hanfman knew that power suppression was his only weapon, but now it was difficult for Gawain to suppress him, and it seemed that he had completely transformed in just two months.
To be honest, he wasn't sure.
Looking at the sky in Athens, Hanfman's eyes were a little melancholy.
"Yannick."
Someone behind him lightly tapped Hanfman on the shoulder, which startled him. He turned his head like a frightened bird, and then he saw the familiar face of Saramento.
Hanfman realized his gaffe and quickly covered it up, but it was already too late.
Saramento smiled and said, "Are you worried about tomorrow's game?"
Hanfman didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't deny it.
There was a hint of understanding in Saramento's eyes, and he joked, "Remember when we played away games in Westwood for the first time this season?"
Remember, why don’t you remember?
At that time, reporters surrounded them and tried their best to promote the upcoming Los Angeles derby. Hanfman and Salamento were full of confidence.
Among them, Saramento was even more arrogant and wanted to challenge Thompson. It ignored everyone except Thompson, and was even humiliated because of the confrontation between Gawain and itself.
But what now?
"Do you believe it? That was only three months ago."
Saramento's words made Hanfman completely stunned, showing a hint of embarrassment.
Saramento did not tease Hanfman, but continued.
"He is a strong opponent. This is a fact. We don't need to deny it. But, Yannick, we are also ready to win the championship."
In fact, Salamento could see Hanfman's inner struggle. He was not surprised, let alone laughed at his teammates, because he himself had stood on the other side of the net and faced Gawain twice, and he knew that Gawain What a great opponent.
There is nothing shameful about being afraid. Sometimes, fear is also the best motivation for growth.
Saramento did not expose Hanfman's embarrassment, but said to himself, "Yang Nick, I will take the initiative like the coach. I hope to be ranked first in singles against Gao Wen."
"If I guess correctly, they should put Gao Wen in the first singles."
Hanfmann looked at the bright-eyed Saramento, and his troubled thoughts settled involuntarily.
"thunder……"
Hanfman called out, but didn't know what to say. Saramento didn't prepare to talk to Hanfman like a mother-in-law, but bumped Hanfman's shoulder.
"This is my last team competition in college, Yang Nick. I am going to commemorate my perfect college career with a victory and a championship. I will go all out, and you must continue to fight!"
A simple sentence, but full of too many emotions, Hanfman's mind also started to tumble:
Even though Salamento didn't lose confidence after losing to Gao Wen twice in a row, how could he show weakness? Being timid before fighting has never been his style.
Secretly, Hanfman also clenched his fists to encourage himself, "I will also take the initiative to challenge the coach!"
But the slightly trembling voice still revealed his true emotions.
Saramento raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure?"
Hanfman:…
The moment I took a breath, it was broken up.
Saramento laughed cheerfully, which was far different from his usual solitary and silent image. This made Hanfman scratch his head in annoyance, and then laughed.
No matter what, they were all ready to fight. The Trojans never gave up fighting, let alone facing the stupid bear, their mortal enemy in the city?
As the sunset filled the sky, Saramento left the training ground and walked towards the hotel where he was staying. However, he inadvertently heard the noise coming from another training ground, and Fu Zhi looked over spiritually.
Then, he could see Gawain who was recovering from jogging training. His sweaty figure was covered with a layer of red clouds, and his eyebrows were full of life.
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