Chapter 322： First battle

Lynch was also concerned about the situation of Allen.

He immediately flew in the direction of Allen, while Irish hitter Connolly followed.

Connolly's wandering ball flew through the air and went straight to Allen's head.

Allen drifted in an ingenious way, avoiding the unintentional swimming ball.

Connolly's hitting skills are excellent, he chases after another.

At this time, Lynch also caught up.

However, to Allen's surprise, he didn't follow the Golden Snitch, but blocked Allen's castration.

Allen was forced to slow down.

In such a short time, the golden snitch disappeared again without a trace.

"England score!" Bagman yelled as England fans sighed.

Although the fans are still very sorry, this is finally a little comforting.

Allen held down the attention of the batter, which helped other teammates to successfully break through.

The game became glued, and whenever Allen spotted the Golden Snitch, the opponent's batter would always fly over and stop with Lynch.

Allen knew, and it seemed that they wanted to win by scoring goals instead of catching the golden thief.

Indeed, Allen's outstanding flying skills and the frequency of golden thieves all surprised the Irish players.

They chased the ghost flying ball desperately and wanted to win with a big score.

However, whenever Allen spotted the Golden Snitch, they had to step forward and pursue it, so the England team got another chance to score.

The gap between the scores of the two sides is sometimes large and small, like waves, fluctuating.

Therefore, the Irish team wants to narrow the score gap to more than 160 degrees, it can only be an idea.

The fight between the two sides of the competition was very fierce. Everyone came and went with all their strength.

At present, the Irish team is 90 points ahead of England.

"It's about to break a hundred!" The Irish team's Troy looked at his sweating teammates, secretly calculating.

Gradually, his eyes were firm.

He took the ghost to fly the ball, no longer dodge, broke out the fastest speed since the game, went straight to the goal of the England team.

England's batters George and Nat used their breast-feeding power to strike the ball away at Troy and tried to stop him.

"Troy — oh my!" Bagman shouted in horror with a loud voice.

It was not so much that George's strenuous blow really hit Troy. It was better to say that Troy, with his unprecedented hero and no regrets, waved his bat and struck out the ghost flying ball from an extremely tricky angle.

He secretly decided to fight for a slight injury, but also to win the key to Ireland is enough to encourage morale.

"Good shot-Goooooool-come in!" Bagman cried incessantly.

"God, he's about to fall to the ground!" Bagman exclaimed.

Tens of thousands of wizards held their breath and watched the figure of Troy.

Cohen's blow was extremely powerful, and in the back of Troy's head, he knocked the stunned Troy off the broom. He turned his head down and fell down diagonally.

At the last moment of landing, Troy successfully reversed his posture, protected his head, and fell heavily on the ground.

With a bang, the whole stadium can be heard.

The audience stood up from their seats, and a lament came from the seats of the Irish audience.

"The game is suspended," Mr. Bagman shouted, and a trained on-site therapist rushed to the field to check Troy's injury!

Cohen touched his big bald head and looked at Troy's right leg in horror, which was curling in a weird twisted posture.

He didn't expect that Troy would risk being hit, and he would have to win that ten!

"He's okay, he will be cured!" Allen flew to Cohen's side, comforting.

"I know. I have experienced a lot of these things, and even if I knew the consequences, I would still play the ball." Cohen looked at Allen and said sincerely.

Troy was indeed not life-threatening, but his right leg was identified by the therapist as a torn patellar tendon in the right knee plus a comminuted fracture. This treatment is not too troublesome for the wizard, but at least this game , He was unable to continue to participate.

The stretcher was ready, and two white robe therapists lifted Troy onto the stretcher.

Tie Han Troy, 31, did not expect his career to end in such a way.

His family had long been dissatisfied with his hard work and urged him to quit the job and return home to inherit his family business.

Although the injury only hurt the leg this time, the family will no longer allow him to risk these potentially fatal risks on the court this time regardless of the heir ’s responsibility. He may really want to be with the beloved Quidditch. Say goodbye.

"I have experienced many things worse than this, but just thinking about how my Quidditch career will end in such a way is disappointing."

Tiehan Troy couldn't tolerate that his last game was carried out by someone—no tolerance!

So he struggled to get up and insisted that he walk out of the court.

"If this is the last time I walked out of the court, then I must not let the stretcher go out, I have to climb out myself." Troy sincerely said to the coach who rushed to him quickly.

The head coach of the Irish team, a lean little witch, with red eyes, nodded in agreement and helped him.

A young female therapist quickly blocked, "Troy, you can't--"

But the older male therapist next to her reached out and stopped her.

"Okay, I'll help you out." The male therapist looked serious and said in a deep voice.

As a therapist, I should n’t have allowed patients to do things that might worsen the injury ~ www.novelhall.com ~ But after hearing the conversation between Troy and the coach, he understood that this was probably the Quidditch star in front The last game.

As a man, he couldn't help being infected by Troy's perseverance and Troy's strength. He was willing to help Tiehan in front of him, respect his choice, and maintain his dignity.

The head coach and the male therapist left Troy and left the arena.

Suddenly, Troy stopped and looked back at his teammates.

His teammates, worried in his eyes, looked at him like he had lost his soul.

Troy suddenly smiled encouragingly. He retracted his right arm held by the coach and thumped his left chest heavily.

The Irish players stared at him and thumped their left chest solemnly.

"Ah, it's really moving!" Bagman suddenly sighed, and the fans inexplicably.

"The news came from the scene, this will be Troy's last game! I didn't expect this to be the end." Bagman explained.

"Troy, please keep your head high. You have made more than expected contributions to the fans and Ireland. You should be proud of yourself. You have put 150 efforts into every game. Did you know? Life after retirement It ’s actually not that bad. It ’s good to eat and drink without restraint every day. ”Bagman could n’t help but pat his big belly and comforted.

Hearing Bagman's words, he laughed first and then made a noise.

When Troy was helped by the coach and therapist to the sidelines, almost all the audience stood up, applauded him warmly, and paid tribute to the iron man.

England players in the air also applauded this respectable opponent.