Goodbye, history of seven runners-up!

The moment I opened my eyes, everything that had happened on the field flashed before my eyes. The disappointment of missing the penalty, the regret of missing a one-on-one chance, the despair I felt, the self-redemption with the header, the slogan "We are the champions" lingered in my ears for a long time. The first championship felt like a dream, a tribute to those seven regrets!

Fate will set up various obstacles on your path, but once you overcome them one by one, victory will arrive as expected. The muscle strain at the start of Saturday's match made me think I'd miss the final the following day, but when I focused on the game, I found that the pain didn't affect me. Another, more frightening thing was the loss of form; the fatigue from two consecutive days of competition made the long-awaited final feel dull and depressing.
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I missed several chances in the first half. For a striker, not being able to shoot is fatal; my foot hurt, but not this badly. When we won the penalty, I thought it was time to end our championship drought. Heaven had given me a chance, but I missed it again and again. The moment I missed the penalty, I thought it was time to repeat the same mistake. But things got worse. During a header challenge, I landed hard and twisted my ankle. I didn't know whether to lie down or continue. My condition was a burden to the team, but if I went off the field, I might never have the chance to make up for this missed penalty.

Missing one-on-one chances, missing penalties, feeling numb on the field, the pain tormenting me—as time went on, the closer we got to the end, the more terrified I became. A penalty shootout would have been hopeless for me in my current form; a single mistake by the number one player could determine the entire outcome. Before the final, a quote from Weibo flashed through my mind: "If you ask God for help, it means you believe in God's power; if God doesn't help you, it means God believes in your power." I wasted the opportunities He gave me, so I should create them myself. God hasn't abandoned me; He just believes in me even more now.

As that free kick slowly approached, I knew my redemption had arrived. A beautiful parabola swept across half the field, gently falling before me. With my back to the goal, all I had to do was jump and head the ball. The moment I completed it, I glanced back. Happiness came so suddenly; there was so much to be grateful for. That's football—the whole game may be a failure, but just one success can bring victory.

Is it thanks to God's blessing, or the hard work of my teammates? Behind every championship lies more than what people see; those who stand tall after overcoming countless challenges are the true champions. Some may think the School of Information Engineering's victory was a given, others may take championships for granted. But I know this time is exceptionally meaningful to me. The feeling of falling short in the finals seven times is something only those who have experienced it can truly understand. This may be the last time.

Of the four wishes I made at the beginning of the year, two have already come true, the other two still need time. Some people say my university life is complete, but actually, something is still missing.

I'll be leaving in less than two months. I wonder if this luck will continue. Will she and it arrive as scheduled? I had two dreams these past two days, each telling me about my last two wishes; one came true, and the other failed.

I am not as cheerful, outgoing, or strong as the outside world sees me; some things about me are so fragile that they break at the slightest touch.