Chapter 305: Incentive (modified, thanks to Super Silver League ksg, fantasy ...
Whenever Alan had an idea in his heart that he wanted to give up, Geraldine's roar always sounded in time.
This simply made Allen wonder if his closed brain had failed.
After a little trance, Allen was hit on the shoulder by a wandering ball.
Even the man took the broom and rolled in the air a few times before stopping.
Allen didn't have time to respond, and the other few roaming **** came fiercely and went straight to the door.
"Allen, fly fast! It's not your brain that you were hit by the wandering ball!" Geraldine roared hoarsely.
"Coach, hasn't it been 30 minutes?" Allen pressed his body tightly to the broom and broke through the surrounding ball in such a posture.
"Don't care about time, keep flying, you're still far away! Do your best, that's it!" Geraldden roared loudly.
"Don't stop, Allen, you can do better!"
"Just keep flying, don't give up, keep flying until you are exhausted!"
"Go on, I want you to go all out and go on!"
"It's very hard, keep flying, keep flying, that's it!"
Geraldine flew above Allen, urging again and again.
Allen's heart sounded like a big hammer, pounding loudly.
Hearing Geraldine's words, he could not help squinting, trying hard to concentrate on finding the next aura.
Alan did n’t know how many auras he had crossed, how many times he evaded the ball, how many laps he had flown in this castle, and how long it had passed. Allen ’s mind remained Halo and roaming ball.
In the eyes of the little wizards who watched, Allen was like a magic arrow that never tires, and ran through the air quickly.
The casual national team players who sat on the grass before could not help standing up, their eyes uncontrollably following Allen who was flying fast in the sky.
The leaf dangling from Banks' mouth fell, but he didn't know it, his muscles were tight, staring at Allen.
"Stop!" Geraldine looked at his watch and stopped Allen. "Harris, you can stop and rest!"
It is said that Allen's mind was relaxed and landed quickly back to the training ground.
I didn't feel it even when the concentration was high. Now, Allen feels that all his muscles are shaking, no one is everywhere protesting the master's abuse.
Allen simply lay on the grass and gasped violently.
The distant players immediately ran in the direction of Allen.
Penello in the stands, with a look of unbearable color, looked at the exhausted Allen in training with wet eyes.
Suddenly, she jumped from her seat and wanted to rush to do something for Allen.
Even if it was just to wipe him sweat, or even just to get him some drinks ...
Geraldine landed on Allen's side, and he lay on the ground, looking at Allen, "Are you all right?"
"Coach!" Allen gasped, asking the question he was most concerned about.
"Coach, I'm sure--more than--500 auras in 30 minutes!" Allen raised his head hard, supporting the lawn with both hands, looking forward to Geraldine expectantly.
"No." Geraldine said solemnly.
The surrounding players could not help but look at each other.
"You reached 1,263 in 1 hour, exceeding the highest record ever. Moreover, you were attacked by four roaming **** at the same time, and the previous record holder, only two roaming balls!"
Allen gasped, feeling a little unhappy in his heart: "I believe you are a ghost. You are a bad old man. I am playing" Face the Giant "?"
"Look, Alan, you have broken the record." Geraldine looked earnestly into Alan's eyes.
"Your position determines that you will be the most influential player on the team. If you think we can succeed, they will also come out of the incident of finding players before, and think so. Don't tell me you can't give me More than I saw just now. "Geraldine's fist thumped heavily on the grass.
"You just persevered through more than 1200 auras under the attack of 4 walking **** for an hour. Merlin gave you the talent of Quidditch. Don't waste it. Alan. I need you. Can I trust you? ? "Geraldine looked dignified.
Strangely, just now Allen felt a little tired, his muscles were trembling slightly, and suddenly a heat rushed all over his body.
"Coach?" Banks said suddenly.
But Geraldine ignored them and still stared at Allen.
Allen looked firmly at Geraldine, "Of course, coach!"
"Coach!" Banks spoke again.
"What's the matter, Banks?" Geraldine looked up.
"Coach, to be precise, Allen passed through 1263 auras!" Banks said without any fear of Geraldine's black face.
After a brief silence, everyone laughed.
"Banks, since you are so clever, why don't you come over and take care of your teammates?" Geraldine clapped and stood up from the ground.
Banks shrugged and glanced at the other team members ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ embraced.
The players surrounded Allen, some patted Allen's shoulders, some brought towels to Allen, and some massaged him for muscle relaxation ...
Suddenly, George Cohen spilled a bottle of water from Allen's head.
Allen smiled and pushed George aside.
The players clamored at once.
"Good guy!"
"That's not interesting at all, man.
"Oh, that's funny!"
Geraldine saw a scene like this, and a smile flashed across his strong and determined face.
Penello, who had run down from the stands, hadn't rushed to Allen yet, and found that his arm was caught by one hand.
Penello turned his head in surprise-it was Luna Lovegood. She followed the mad girl's gaze and saw the playful scenes of the team members, and she felt suddenly.
"Coach, how do you estimate this year's Ireland is better than the previous one? Last time we lost to them." Banks, the captain, looked serious.
"Much stronger than us?" George pouted.
"You already think we are losing, George? Even if we have talented finders like Allen?"
"If we can't beat them--" George's eyes were a little confused.
"George!" Allen suddenly interrupted him.
Everyone's eyes gathered on Allen.
"I will try my best to catch the Golden Snitch, and victory will definitely belong to us!" Allen said with great confidence.
Although Allen was wet and looked extremely embarrassed, everyone couldn't help but believe his words, and his eyes were fiery.
England coach Geraldine nodded secretly.
