Lynch was also concerned about Allen's situation.
He immediately flew in the direction of Allen. At the same time, Ireland's batter, Connolly, followed closely behind.
Connolly's ball flew through the air and went straight to Allen's head.
Allen did a delicate drift and avoided the ill-intentioned ball.
Connolly's batting skills were very good and he chased after him.
At this time, Lynch also caught up.
However, to Allen's surprise, he did not chase after the golden snitch. Instead, he blocked Allen's momentum.
Allen was forced to reduce his speed.
In such a short moment, the golden snitch disappeared without a trace again.
"England scored!" Just as the England fans sighed because of this, Bargman shouted.
Although the fans were still very regretful, it was a little consolation at least.
Allen restrained the batter's attention, which helped his teammates to successfully break through and score.
The game became a stalemate. Every time Allen found the golden snitch, the opposing batter would always fly over and stop him together with Lynch.
Allen understood. It seemed that they wanted to win by scoring goals instead of counting on catching the golden snitch.
Indeed, Eren's outstanding flying skills and the frequency at which he discovered the Golden Snitch made the Irish team members secretly shocked.
They desperately chased after the ghost ball and wanted to win with a big score.
However, every time Allen found the golden snitch, they had to go forward and chase after him. Therefore, the England team got another chance to score.
The score difference between the two teams was sometimes big and sometimes small. It was like a wave that fluctuated.
Therefore, the Ireland team could only have one idea if they wanted to pull the score difference to more than 160 points.
The two teams in the game fought very fiercely. Everyone went back and forth and gave it their all.
At present, the Ireland team was ahead of England by 90 points.
"It's going to break a hundred soon!" Troy of the Ireland team looked at his sweaty teammates and secretly calculated in his heart.
Gradually, his eyes became firm.
He brought the Phantom Fly ball and stopped dodging. He burst out with the fastest speed since the start of the game and went straight to the England team's goal.
The England batsmen, George and Nat, hit the slider with all their might and tried to stop him.
"Troy - oh, God!" cried Bargman in a loud, frightened voice.
Rather than saying that George's all-out strike had really hit Troy, it was more accurate to say that Troy, with an indomitable spirit and a heroic spirit, swung his bat with all his might and hit the Ghost Fly ball at an extremely tricky angle.
He secretly decided that even if he had to suffer some minor injuries, he would win this crucial ten points for Ireland that could boost their morale.
"Good — goooool — it's in!" Bagman shouted at the top of his voice.
"Good heavens, he's going to fall to the ground!" Bagman exclaimed.
Tens of thousands of Magi held their breaths as they watched Troy's figure.
Cohen's strike was extremely powerful, and it hit the back of Troy's head, knocking the dizzy Troy off the broom. He fell diagonally downwards with his head facing down.
At the last moment before he hit the ground, Troy successfully flipped his posture and protected his head as he fell heavily to the ground.
The sound of the crash could be heard throughout the stadium.
The audience stood up from their seats one after another, and there was a sigh from the Ireland spectators' seats.
"The game is paused," Mr. Bargman roared. The well-trained field doctor rushed to the field to check on Troy's injury!
Cohen touched his big bald head and looked at Troy's right leg in horror. The right leg was curled up in an extremely twisted position.
He never thought that Troy would take the risk of being hit just to get those 10 points!
"He's fine, he'll be cured!" Allen flew to Cohen's side and comforted him.
"I know. I've been through this kind of thing many times. Even if I knew the consequences, I would still play a wandering ball, "Cohen looked at Allen and said sincerely.
Troy's life was indeed not in danger, but his right leg was determined by the doctor to be suffering from a torn patellar tendon and comminuted fracture. It was not something that could be recovered in a short period of time. Therefore, he could not continue to participate in this game.
The stretcher was ready, and two white-robed doctors lifted Troy onto it.
Thirty-one-year-old Troy never thought that his career would end in such a way.
His family had long been dissatisfied with him working so hard, and had urged him many times to quit this job and return home to take over the family business.
With such a serious injury, he was afraid that he would really have to say goodbye to his beloved Quidditch stadium.
"I've been through many worse things, but just thinking about my Quidditch career ending in such a way is indescribably disappointing."
Troy, the man of steel, could not tolerate being carried out in his last match. Absolutely not!
Therefore, he struggled to get up and insisted on walking out of the stadium by himself.
"If this is the last time I walk out of the stadium, then I definitely won't be carried out on a stretcher. I'll 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 and small wizard, nodded in agreement and supported him with red eyes.
A young female doctor hurriedly stopped him. "Troy, you can't —"
But the older male doctor beside her reached out his hand and stopped her.
"Okay, I'll help you out," the male doctor said with a serious expression.
As a doctor, he should not allow the patient to do anything that could aggravate his injury.
But after hearing the conversation between Troy and the coach, he understood that this was very likely to be the last game for the star of Quidditch in front of him.
As a man, he could not help but be infected by Troy's stubbornness and strength. He was willing to help the man in front of him, respect his choice, and protect his dignity.
The head coach and the male doctor, one on the left and one on the right, supported Troy and left the stadium.
Suddenly, Troy stopped in his tracks and turned to look at his teammates.
His teammates' eyes were filled with worry. They looked at him as if they had lost their souls.
Troy suddenly showed an encouraging smile. He retracted his right arm that was held by the coach and thumped the left side of his chest heavily.
The Irish players stared at him and thumped their left chests solemnly.
"Ah, how touching!" Bagman suddenly exclaimed. The fans in the stadium were baffled.
"News from the stadium. This will be Troy's last game! I didn't expect this to be the ending, "Bagman explained.
"Troy, please continue to hold your head high. You've already contributed more than expected to the fans and to Ireland. You should be proud of yourself. You've given 150% of your effort in every game. Do you know? Life after retirement is actually not that bad. It's good to eat and drink without restrictions every day. "Bagman could not help but pat his big belly and comfort him.
Hearing Bagman's words, the stadium first roared with laughter and then became noisy.
When Troy was helped to the sidelines by the coach and the doctor, almost all the spectators stood up and applauded him enthusiastically, paying tribute to this man of steel.
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