"Strike one! The speed is still at 165! Two strikes! The last one!"
"Sansong High School's third baseman makes a desperate attempt to steal base! Can he score a run off the monster pitcher! Sansong!"
The final pitch!
"Ding! 167 km/h!"
The catcher, ignoring the numbness in his hands, twists his body to tag the Sansong player attempting to steal.
"Ah—" The Sansong player dives toward home plate with the force of someone willing to risk it all.
"Out! Change sides!" the umpire yells.
"Ah—" Eight players from Goda roar in unison.
Finally, finally, it was Goda's turn to counterattack.
"That was spectacular!" the commentator breathes heavily in excitement, then shouts, "Three points! From being two points ahead to three points behind, in the same final inning, Goda, do you have a way out?!"
All players leave the field.
Dubian Che was just about to return to the coaching bench, everyone around the bench clinging to the net, wanting to greet him.
He walked over.
