Chapter 322 First Battle

Also paying attention to Allen's situation is Lynch.

He immediately flew in the direction of Allen, with Ireland's batsman Connolly following closely behind.

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

Allen made a clever drift and avoided the ill-intentioned Bludger.

Connolly's batting skills were excellent and he chased after the ball.

At this time, Lynch also caught up.

However, to Allen's surprise, he did not track the Golden Snitch, but blocked Allen's castration.

Allen was forced to reduce his speed.

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

"England scores!" Bagman shouted just as the England fans sighed.

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

Allen distracted the batsmen, which helped other teammates successfully break through and score.

The game became tight, and whenever Allen spotted the Snitch, the opposing batter would fly over and join Lynch in blocking it.

Allen knew it in his heart. It seemed that they wanted to win by scoring goals rather than hoping to catch the Golden Snitch.

Indeed, the Irish team members were secretly frightened by Allen's outstanding flying skills and the frequency with which he discovered the Golden Snitch.

They chased the Quaffle desperately, hoping to win by a big score.

However, whenever Allen spotted the Snitch, they had to chase it and England got another chance to score.

The score gap between the two sides is sometimes large and sometimes small, like a wave, ups and downs.

Therefore, if the Irish team wants to extend the score gap to more than 160 points, it can only be an idea.

The two sides of the competition were fighting fiercely. Everyone was going back and forth, and they all tried their best.

Ireland currently lead England by ninety points.

"I'm going to break 100 soon!" Troy of the Irish team looked at his sweating teammates and secretly calculated in his heart.

Gradually, his eyes became firm.

He took the Quaffle, stopped dodging, burst out with the fastest speed since the game, and went straight to the England goal.

England's batsmen, George and Nat, hit the bludger at Troy with all their might and tried to stop him.

"Troy - oh my God!" Bagman yelled in a loud, horrified voice.

Rather than saying that George's hard hit really hit Troy, it is better to say that Troy, with a heroic and unrepentant momentum, swung the bat vigorously and hit the Quaffle at an extremely tricky angle.

He secretly decided that even if he suffered minor injuries, he would win the crucial ten points for Ireland that would boost morale.

"Good goal—Goooooool—in!" Bagman kept shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Oh my God, he's going to fall to the ground!" Bagman exclaimed.

Tens of thousands of wizards held their breaths and stared at Troy's figure.

Cohen's blow was extremely powerful and hit Troy on the back of the head, knocking the dazed Troy off the broom. He fell head-first and diagonally downwards.

At the last moment when he was about to land, Troy successfully flipped his posture, protected his head, and fell heavily to the ground.

There was a bang that could be heard throughout the stadium.

The audience stood up from their seats, and there was a sigh from the Irish audience.

"Game paused," Mr. Bagman yelled as a trained on-field therapist rushed onto the field to check on Troy's injury!

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

He had no idea that Troy would take the risk of being hit to get those ten points!

"He's fine and will be cured!" Allen flew to Cohen's side and comforted him.

"I know. I have experienced a lot of this kind of thing. Even if I had known the consequences, I would still hit the Bludger." Cohen looked at Allen and said sincerely.

Troy's life is indeed not in danger, but his right leg was determined by the therapist to be a torn patellar tendon in the right knee and a comminuted fracture. Even if it is not too troublesome for the wizard to treat, at least this game , he can no longer participate.

The stretcher was ready, and two therapists in white robes carried Troy onto the stretcher.

Troy, a 31-year-old tough guy, never thought his career would end in such a way.

His family had long been dissatisfied with his desperate efforts and repeatedly urged him to quit his job and go home to inherit the family business.

Although the injury this time only hurt his leg, the family will definitely not allow him to take such potentially fatal risks on the court without regard to the responsibilities of the heir this time. I am afraid that he will really have to compete with his beloved Quidditch. Say goodbye.

"I've been through a lot worse than this, but just to think that my Quidditch career could end in this way is incredibly disappointing."

The tough guy Troy couldn't tolerate being carried out in his last game - never!

So, he struggled to get up and insisted on walking out of the court by himself.

"If this is the last time I walk out of the court, then I can never let a stretcher carry me out. I have to crawl out by myself." Troy said sincerely to the coach who quickly rushed to his side.

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

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

But the older male therapist next to her held out his hand, stopping her.

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

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But after hearing the conversation between Troy and the coach, he understood that this was likely to be the last game for the Quidditch star in front of him.

As a man, he couldn't help but be infected by Troy's persistence and strength. He was willing to help the tough man in front of him, respect his choice, and maintain his dignity.

The head coach and the male therapist, one on the left and one on the right, supported Troy and left the field.

Suddenly, Troy stopped and looked back at his teammates.

His teammates looked at him with worry in their eyes, as if they had lost their souls.

Troy suddenly showed an encouraging smile. He retracted his right arm held by the coach and hit his left chest hard.

The Irish players stared at him and beat their left chests solemnly.

"Ah, it's so touching!" Bagman suddenly exclaimed, and the fans in the audience were baffled.

"News came from the scene that this will be Troy's last game! I didn't expect it to end like this." Bagman explained.

"Troy, please continue to hold your head high. You have made more contributions to the fans and to Ireland than expected. You should be proud of yourself. You put in 150 efforts in every game. Do you know? Life after retirement In fact, it’s not that bad. It’s good to eat and drink without restraint every day.” Bagman couldn’t help but patted his big belly and consoled him.

After hearing Bagman's words, the audience burst into laughter and then became noisy.

When Troy was helped to the sidelines by coaches and therapists, almost all the audience stood up, applauded warmly for him, and paid tribute to this tough man.

England's players in the air also applauded their respectable opponent as a sign of respect.