Fweee! Fweee! Fweee!
The referee finally blew the whistle three times continuously, signalling the end of the game. Right after the last whistle disappeared from the air, all the Shimizu Higashi players jumped immediately, all swarming to the pitch and hugging Mamoru like he was the second Messiah on Earth.
"Yes, Mamoru! Good job!"
"Hahaha! We win the tournament! We win the tournament!"
"Come on!"
Since they were not adults, no alcohol or champagne was popped here. Instead, so many bottles of cola were poured for their best player as the Shizuoka's representation celebrated heartily.
It was so strange for them, a powerhouse school that even had the experience to win the national tournament, to be this crazy after winning a mere game. However, no one really questioned them.
