Time passed quickly, and right now, the game was already in the 70th minute. However, somehow, Sapporo Otani still failed to put the ball in the back of the opponent's net, and this was enough to make their supporters nervous.
"Hey, hey! What are they doing?! Yuwell! Kenji! Get serious!"
"No fucking way! Are we really going to lose against the fucking Ritsumeikan?!"
"Come on, Sapporo Otani! This is not funny at all!"
The unease boiled hotter in the stand, as they didn't know what was going on here. However, the home team wasn't really worried. No, there were still twenty minutes left, and they also saw their opponent's pitiful state.
At this point, the away team had already made three substitutions, and yet, the rest of the eight players who had been on the pitch from the start were already worn out, their movement sluggish. Hell, even Iwai, the one who got the privilege of not having to defend, could also be seen panting while having both hands on his knee, his breath heavy.
