everyone loves quidditch

Chapter 23

In the seventh game of the final, the Comets played away against Puddlemere United. In this case, Puddlemere was the regular season champion. They had a perfect record at home and only lost six games away. The Comets fell behind from the start. into a disadvantage.

"The Comets can't win."

After 10 minutes, the audience whispered.

Nick, "Pudmiller's offense is very good, and the Comets should adjust their defensive intensity."

Graf, "Kate Lola is still too young. The three chasers in Puddlemill's frontcourt are all cheating, and the support from the back line is not strong enough. Lola's command of the defense line is basically a personal field."

Nick, "Yuli played very well, it doesn't look like the injury is that serious."

Graf rolled his eyes, "It's better to hope that Snow Yodle catches the Snitch sooner."

Nick, "Yordle's advantage is still obvious. He has a wider vision. Puddlemere's seeker Syfoss is not as good as him, but...now the Comets are 150 points behind."

Graf, "...Well, if there is a tie, the Comets will lose."

On the bench, Coach Sanger looked solemn. He looked back at Prince and asked about his physical condition with his eyes.

Prince shook his head slowly, the pain in his eyes was self-evident.

"Joseph couldn't hold on any longer. The heavy rain consumed his energy, and Puddlemill's defense restricted him."

Sanger glanced at the bench, "Barnett, come on, replace Joseph. Pay attention to defense after playing, pinch the opponent's ball holder in half court, and let Yuli support you."

The torrential rain was majestic.

When Barnett played, the Comets launched a defensive counterattack. The physical strength of both sides dropped sharply, their brains went blank, they were mildly hypoxic, and their thinking stopped. At this time, the overly complicated tactics could no longer be implemented, and willpower became the biggest test at this time.

The Comets were chasing points, and the addition of Barnett provided a new rhythm, and the score was narrowed to 140 points.

Puddlemere had the ball, the Golden Snitch appeared in the backcourt of the Comets, and Jodl spotted it first.

Nick in the stands clasped his head in a way that was not aristocratic and shouted, "That idiot, the start is too unobtrusive."

Puddlemere's Seeker Wood Saifus noticed Yoddle's movement. He started a step late, fell behind Yoddle, and hurriedly signaled to his teammates.

The Bludger intercepted Yoddle halfway, a tactic first invented by the Comets, and now all teams can use it flexibly.

Yoddle almost fell off the broom.

Puddlemere's Chaser, Domier, tore through the Comets' defense, aiming for the goal on the left.

"After winning this championship, I can retire directly."

Facing Black's defense, Dormir lowered the broom, increased his speed, suddenly rose, raised his hand in the air, and shot!

Leading by 150 points!

With the yordle still twenty feet away from the Snitch, he hesitated.

Catch the Snitch and tie the game... overtime.

No, I don't have enough physical strength to play overtime.

Yoddle's speed slowed down a little, he saw Wood Saifus flying beside him, stopped suddenly, turned, and got stuck!

Jodl/Saifus thought at the same time: You can't catch a thief now, you need to score a goal.

The Comets have the ball, and Seven has the ball.

Yuli couldn't feel the pain in his back, and his concentration was unprecedented.

Yuli, "Pudmir has done a very good job of defending against you."

Seven, "Yes."

Yuli, "Give me the ball."

Severn,"!"

Yuli, "Give me the ball, and I'll take you home."

Seven held the ball and rushed to Puddlemere's scoring area. His advantage was on the left, but today the whole court was squeezed. Puddlemere's two chasers were always pinching him, and this time was no exception.

Seven, "Black!"

Blake flew over quickly, covering.Although Black's defense is only enough to prevent a leak on the bottom line, but the support ability of the two wings is like a godsend.

Seven moved forward with the ball, was intercepted by the second line of defense on the edge of the scoring area, and passed the ball to Ulysses.

"My God! Ulysses the Batter! Caught the Quaffle!"

The live commentator stood excitedly on the commentary stand, shouting in a hoarse voice, "Merlin is here! Ulysses Griffith! When he first entered the league, he was a chaser! Now he Attacking with the ball as a batter! Are they going to restore the Braga broom fleet's style of play!"

Yoddle stopped Wood Saifus, who was only three flying positions away from the Golden Snitch!

Flashback.

Before the final.

"Pudmir's defense is very good, and they conceded the least points per game in the league." Sanger raised a question.

"Domir should be in his last season. His physical fitness has declined a lot, and his state has fluctuated a lot this season." Yuli focused on Pudmir's chaser.

"But his playoff state is adjusted very well, and his defense in every game is impeccable." Black said.

"My defense has also been strengthened this season. Although there are disadvantages in defense, it is not impossible to win." Seven seriously analyzed.

"Strengthen the offense." Yuli said, "Give me the ball when necessary."

Seven looked back at him, "How does the Braga broom fleet play?"

Yuli's eyes were firm, "Well, by surprise."

Yuli said, "Give me the ball and I'll take you home."

Yuli caught the ball steadily, as if he had returned to the time when he first became a professional player. He was a chaser and a talented player with high expectations.

Speed ​​up, emergency stop, feint.

With his proud back-up technique, he rubbed against the defensive player's body at the oblique corner on the left side and prepared to shoot. The corner of his eye caught Yoddle—the timing was just right!

The whole venue lost its color in an instant, and even the sound of breathing could be clearly heard in the rainstorm.

——The Quaffle went into the goal!

"Great Ulysses Griffith! He got this precious point for the Comets!"

At the same time, Yordle, who was holding the rhythm, stretched out his hand to the Snitch. Syphus, regardless of whether it was a foul, dropped his shoulders and slammed into him. Yordle only had the Snitch in his eyes, and he exhausted his last strength Fight against Cyphus's attack.

He caught the Golden Snitch.

"Lore! Ulysses' lore!"

"The champion belongs! The Itenol Comets!"

Seven was the first to rush over. He hugged Ulysses tightly in mid-air. They hugged so tightly that there was no gap between them.

Seven yelled: "We are the champions!"

Yuli hugged him tightly, "Yes, champion."

Seven, "The ball at the end is so beautiful!"

Yuli, "I said, give me the ball, and I'll take you home!"

Graf covered her eyes in the stands, and Nick laughed at her, "You're not so excited when you compete and win the championship by yourself."

Graf said sullenly, "The degree of emotion is directly proportional to the difficulty."

Nick scratched his cheek. "Every championship is tough."

Graf looked up. "Yes, every championship is tough." This one was especially tough.

For this championship, Yuli adjusted his state to the peak. From the first game of this season, he kept pushing himself forward, regardless of the consequences, regardless of gains and losses, and his eyes were full of the champion.

Ulysses' last ball shocked even the world's greatest Quidditch player Daniel sitting in the stands. He was decisive, agile, and fluent, with the brilliance of Ulysses in his youth, and the most authentic never Giving up and persistence, and the most important blood and passion of Quidditch.It was like returning to the time when I was still studying at Hogwarts, and felt that nothing in this world could hammer me down.

Itenor Comets, champions.