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313 Qualifier final end

Immediately along with coaches and staff members of Japan, reserve players of Japan rushed onto the field to celebrate this auspicious moment with the team. Jumping and yelling along the way, they made their way towards their teammates carrying big wide smile on their faces. However because of the noise generated from the stands, their voices right now was barely audible. Not only the players and coaching staff members, even the cameramen who were recording this match, ran onto the field as they tried to capture this moment in their camera lenses. At the same time, because of exhaustion those players who had given their all until now, instead of celebrating this moment, collapsed on the ground as they could no longer keep themselves standing.

To tend those who were seemingly looking injured, medics once again rushed onto the field. Victorious smiles and eyes glistening with pride wasn't the only thing which was reflecting in the pitch right now. The sniffs and wails of opposing players was equally resonating throughout the stadium. "So, it's finally over huh?" dazedly staring at the scoreboard, Kim Il-Sung muttered.

And as he finished his sentence, suddenly he felt a hollow sensation as his heart started feeling heavy. Moisture started developing in his eyes which were staring at the scoreboard. Yet he barely held himself from letting out those tears accumulating in his eyes. Just then a drop of sweat entered his already moist eyes.

That single drop of sweat which irritated his eyes greatly was enough for his tears to flow out. In the pretense of trying to soothe his eyes, he then started wiping the tears formed in his eyes. However the more he rubbed his eyes, the more heavy-hearted he felt.

"Sniff! Fucking sweat.... sniff!" he cursed as he sniffed. He simply wasn't willing to admit that he was crying. Thus while wiping his tears, he kept on cursing the sweat for entering his eyes. Right now, he was overcome with grief and frustration of losing the match.

A notable figure of the opposing team, who unlike the rest of his teammates wasn't showcasing any kind of emotion on his face was Park Seung-Gyu. Slowly making his way out of the pitch, he strode towards the exit with no noticeable changes in his expression; seemingly undetected. It was as if he wasn't bothered by the fact that he had blown the opportunity which could very well give his team a lifeline. But even so, nobody was pointing their finger on him. Almost every single one of his teammates was so engrossed in the moment that they seemingly couldn't care less about Park Seung-Gyu. Also even if they were aware of his departure, what could they simply say to him?

Thus, while being considerate of his feelings, they left him alone so that he could empty his hearts out.

From both sides, those who were severely injured were gently guided by the medics towards the sidelines.

And as the cheers kept on intensifying in the stadium, soon those overwhelming feeling of exhaustion which the players of the victorious team was feeling gave way to an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. A mingling feeling of joy and sadness coursed through their veins.

They had finally done it. And even though they were not getting trophy for their accomplishment, it didn't matter to them right now. Afterall they were entering the world cup as the champions of Asia. For some while the celebration continued as players of Japan who could still keep themselves on their toes, greeted their fans and showed their appreciation to the fans by bowing their head to them for their undying support.

"What a joyous moment for the Japanese fans... They'll be seeing their players in the U-17 world cup which will be held in Indonesia in some months time as the champions of Asia. However it's unfortunate that we couldn't enjoy this moment with the player who had made this moment possible...." Commentator was doing his job splendidly but trace of sadness could be heard in his voice when he mentioned about the particular player who was missing right now. And that sadness wasn't staged either as he had thoroughly enjoyed watching the plays of that player, the miracle he had produced and the pure football magic that he had shown. Unknowingly he had fallen in love with Hiro's playstyle. While even the commentator was saddened by the lack of presence of Hiro, most of his teammates however overlooked the absence of Hiro as they looked like they didn't even care about the man who had won them the game. They were just too much exhilarated by their victory that most of them didn't even give a damn.

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