The University of Southern California, up and down, inside and out, from players to students, from coaches to teachers, everyone is looking forward to another confrontation with UCLA, an upright showdown, for revenge, and even more so.
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, their rival from the same city would probably say, "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.
I think Hanfman is the only exception.
Every day, Hanfman silently prays that someone can stop the Bruins 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.
Hanfmann, trembling.
The situation he least expected to see happened finally happened, and it was really... he wanted to cry 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 are already eagerly preparing to get on the final stage.
Hanfman also raised his arms and shouted along with his teammates.
"Continue fighting!"
"Continue fighting!"
Ambition surged in my chest.
However, after shouting the slogan, Hanfmann 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 Salamento are both ranked in the top ten in the country, seventh and eighth respectively. Their recent status is similar, but Coach Smith still hopes that
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 the 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 he thought about facing Gawain, Hanfman still lacked 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.
Hanfmann 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 the first time we played away games in Westwood 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. Both Hanfmann and Salamento were full of confidence.
Among them, Salamento was even more arrogant and wanted to challenge Thompson. No one except Thompson looked down upon them, and they were even humiliated because of the matchup between Gawain and themselves.
But what now?
"Do you believe it? That was only three months ago."
Hanfman was completely stunned by Saramento's words, 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, Yang Nick, 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 was
What an excellent 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, hoping 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 was not ready 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 if Salamento lost to Gao Wen twice in a row without losing confidence, 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:…
As soon as I mentioned it in one 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 he laughed.
No matter what, they are all ready to fight. The Trojans never give 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 sound coming from another training ground, and he looked over with a deep heart.
Then, he could see Gao Wen, who was recovering from jogging training. His sweaty figure was covered with a layer of red clouds, and his brows and eyes were full of life.