As the match entered its final moments of injury time, a tense atmosphere spread across the stadium.
Ling Zhiyuan sat in the stands, his anxious expression becoming more pronounced. He kept looking towards Coach Sun, the Head Coach of Qingyuan Team, hoping to find some clues for a breakthrough on his face.
Time was ticking away, and the match entered its final countdown. Ling Zhiyuan's anxiety grew, and he began pacing back and forth on the platform of the stands, occasionally looking up at the situation on the field. He knew that if this match ended in a draw, his plan would be completely ruined. He could not accept such a result, and even less could he accept Qingyuan Team escaping right under his nose.
In the final moments of the match, Qingyuan Team's goalkeeper stood in front of the goal, his heart filled with struggle and helplessness. He clearly understood his task and the weight carried by this match. However, as a goalkeeper, his primary duty was to protect his team's goal and prevent the opponent from scoring. Yet, at this moment, he had to choose between duty and the task.
Guangzhou Team's forward charged into Qingyuan Team's penalty area like a beast, his eyes filled with a desire for victory. Qingyuan Team's goalkeeper widened his eyes, staring intently at the opposing forward's movements. He knew he had to make a decision, or the consequences would be unimaginable.
After a moment of hesitation, Qingyuan Team's goalkeeper finally made his choice. He deliberately fouled Guangzhou Team's forward, giving the opponent a penalty kick opportunity. This foul was exceptionally obvious; even the players on the field and the spectators in the stands could see that it was a deliberate act.
Ling Zhiyuan, watching from the stands, revealed a smug smile. He knew his plan had succeeded, and Qingyuan Team could no longer escape the fate of defeat. He secretly congratulated himself on his wise decision, while also feeling a hint of mockery and disdain for Qingyuan Team's goalkeeper.
A penalty kick awarded during injury time was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Guangzhou Team. The forward stood at the penalty spot, took a deep breath, and adjusted his mindset. He understood his responsibility and the importance of this match for the entire team. Under pressure from Guangzhou Football Association, he had to seize this opportunity and send the ball into Qingyuan Team's goal.
When the referee blew the whistle, the forward decisively took a shot. He powerfully struck the ball towards the goal, and the ball arced beautifully through the air, finally settling steadily into the back of the net. Guangzhou Team's players, seeing this, excitedly embraced each other, knowing that victory was theirs and all their efforts and sacrifices had paid off.
However, all of this seemed so ironic and absurd against the backdrop of a fixed match. Qingyuan Team's players faced this situation with helplessness and bitterness. They understood that the outcome of this match had been manipulated, and their efforts and struggles appeared so pale and powerless in the face of the fixed match.
Ling Zhiyuan, watching from the stands, was full of smugness and satisfaction. He felt that his plan had achieved complete success, and Qingyuan Team, under his control, had become his pawn. However, he did not realize that this fixed match had completely destroyed the fairness and competitive spirit of football, and also damaged the reputation and image of the Guangzhou Football Association he represented.
A football match should be a fair and just competition, not a fixed match driven by manipulation and profit. In this match, both Qingyuan Team and Guangzhou Team put in effort and sweat, but the final result was tainted by a fixed match.
This is the sorrow of football, and also the sorrow of society as a whole.
As Ling Zhiyuan proudly celebrated his victory in the stands, he never imagined that his conspiracy had been quietly recorded by two people and was about to be made public.
Lin Feng and his agent, Snyder, had been silently observing the match. They had long noticed the abnormal trend of the game, especially in the final stages, where Qingyuan Team's goalkeeper's deliberate foul and the subsequent penalty kick further aroused their suspicion.
At the post-match award ceremony, Ling Zhiyuan, as a presenter, walked onto the podium with a radiant smile. He was dressed in a proper suit, smiling broadly, as if this moment was his most glorious. However, Qingyuan Team, serving as the backdrop behind him, made the entire award ceremony full of irony and controversy.
Ling Zhiyuan personally presented the gleaming gold championship medal and trophy to Guangzhou Team's captain. He extended his strong hand, handed the medal and trophy to the captain, and smiled as he offered his congratulations. Guangzhou Team's captain accepted the medal and trophy, his face beaming with the joy of victory. At this moment, they seemed to become the focus of the entire football world, enjoying countless applause and cheers.
However, behind this scene, Qingyuan Team's players appeared overshadowed. They stood silently behind the podium, facing Ling Zhiyuan and Guangzhou Team's celebration, their hearts filled with helplessness and bitterness. They knew that the result of this match was unfair, and their efforts and struggles were rendered worthless by the conspiracy of the fixed match.
After the award ceremony, Ling Zhiyuan and the members of Guangzhou Team left the venue, enjoying the joy and glory of victory. Qingyuan Team's players, however, were left alone on the field, facing the empty stands and the desolate ground. At this moment, they seemed to become a forgotten group, their sacrifices and efforts erased by Ling Zhiyuan's conspiracy.
When the final whistle blew, Lin Feng and his agent, Snyder, did not immerse themselves in the joy of victory or the despair of defeat like others. In their eyes, there were only the abnormal behaviors and expressions on the field—Qingyuan Team's goalkeeper's obvious deliberate foul, Guangzhou Team's forward effortlessly slotting the penalty kick into the net, and Ling Zhiyuan's smug smile in the stands was even more glaring.
Returning to a corner of the stands, Lin Feng's face was so grim it seemed as if water could drip from it. He clenched his fists, his knuckles white from excessive force. Snyder looked at him, knowing that his anger had reached its peak. Lin Feng's eyes blazed with fury, as if he wanted to burn away all darkness and injustice.
"This is a disgrace to Chinese Football!" Lin Feng finally spoke, every word squeezed out as if from between his teeth, "This is a blasphemy against hundreds of millions of fans! I will never allow such a thing to continue!"
He quickly took Snyder's phone and exported the match recording. His fingers flew across the keyboard, each tap seemingly accusing the injustice on the field. Snyder stood silently by his side; he knew that Lin Feng, at this moment, was more resolute and determined than ever.
When the recording was uploaded, Lin Feng took a deep breath and released this video exposing the ugly scene on his social media. He captioned it: "This is our game, our football, and we will not tolerate any defilement!" Then, he pressed the publish button.
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