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Chapter 59 : The suffocation of Kipmoot and the persistence of the ”North” · Oct 01, 2026

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51 Chapter 51 : Eve of the Storm 2026-10-01
52 Chapter 52 : The Battle Horn at Victoria Park 2026-10-01
53 Chapter 53 : A meat grinder-like battle 2026-10-01
54 Chapter 54 : Honor in defeat 2026-10-01
55 Chapter 55 : Heading to Wembley 2026-10-01
56 Chapter 56 : Road to Wembley 2026-10-01
57 Chapter 57 : The germination of ”Northern seeds” 2026-10-01
58 Chapter 58 : The choice between roaring and ”burning the boats” 2026-10-01
59 Chapter 59 : The suffocation of Kipmoot and the persistence of the ”North” 2026-10-01
60 Chapter 60 : The dawn of Wembley and a historic leap forward 2026-10-01
61 Chapter 61 : FA Cup R5 - Valley Stadium 2026-10-01
62 Chapter 62 : The struggle in the valley and the patience of the ”fox” 2026-10-01
63 Chapter 63 : The fall of another giant 2026-10-01
64 Chapter 64 : The tired lion and the thorns on the ”road to championship” 2026-10-01
65 Chapter 65 : The pressure of being at the top of the table and the shadow of the ”Red Devils” 2026-10-01
66 Chapter 66 : The Red Devil’s Arrival and the Oath of the ”Iron-Blooded North” 2026-10-01
67 Chapter 67 : The Red Devils’ suffocating siege 2026-10-01
68 Chapter 68 : The Red Devil’s Awakening 2026-10-01
69 Chapter 69 : Reflections under the shadow of the Red Devils 2026-10-01
70 Chapter 70 : Wembley Calling 2026-10-01
71 Chapter 71 : Road to the Championship 2026-10-01
72 Chapter 72 : Unexpected bumps in the league 2026-10-01
73 Chapter 73 : A pilgrimage to Wembley 2026-10-01
74 Chapter 74 : The Wembley attack and defense 2026-10-01
75 Chapter 75 : The crowning moment of glory 2026-10-01
76 Chapter 76 : The brilliance of the trophy 2026-10-01
77 Chapter 77 : ”Vacation” mentality 2026-10-01
78 Chapter 78 : Collective loss after taking the lead 2026-10-01
79 Chapter 79 : Thunderstorm in the locker room 2026-10-01
80 Chapter 80 : The Oath of the Miserable Soldier 2026-10-01
81 Chapter 81 : Season summary 2026-10-01
82 Chapter 82 : Gigg Lane’s Final Battle Horn 2026-10-01
83 Chapter 83 : Champion’s Prelude 2026-10-01
84 Chapter 84 : The afterglow of being crowned champion 2026-10-01
85 Chapter 85 : The value of genius 2026-10-01
86 Chapter 86 : Intercept and sign! 2026-10-01
87 Chapter 87 : From Heavenly Book to Geometry Wars 2026-10-01
88 Chapter 88 : The mysterious ”KK” 2026-10-01
89 Chapter 89 : The last piece of the puzzle before the start of the game 2026-10-01
90 Chapter 90 : A stunning debut at Elland Road 2026-10-01
91 Chapter 91 : Geometry Wars 2026-10-01
92 Chapter 92 : The “Game” of Capital 2026-10-01
93 Chapter 93 : Plan B 2026-10-01
94 Chapter 94 : Disregard for hometown parks 2026-10-01
95 Chapter 95 : The fangs of the “upstarts” 2026-10-01
96 Chapter 96 : The business territory of ”Northern Dragon” 2026-10-01
97 Chapter 97 : The flames of revenge at Memorial Stadium 2026-10-01
98 Chapter 98 : Revenge of the Broken 2026-10-01
99 Chapter 99 : ”Genius” coach 2026-10-01
100 Chapter 100 : candlelight dinner 2026-10-01

59: The suffocation of Kipmoot and the persistence of the ”North”The referee’s whistle pierced the rainy night at Kipmot Stadium.

Doncaster’s players immediately surged into Hartlepool United’s half.

The roar of the fans drowned out the rain, and the entire Kipmot Stadium hummed.

Jason Price received a pass on the left wing, his footwork incredibly quick, as he used two consecutive feints to evade Danny Simpson’s defense.

The cross flew high into Hartlepool United’s penalty area.

Paul Heffernan leaped high in the center, his header powerfully striking towards the left corner of the goal.

Kasper Schmeichel’s body fully extended in the air, his fingertips just touching the ball.

The ball deviated from its original trajectory, striking heavily against the post.

“Bang!”

The metallic clang was particularly jarring in the rainy night.

A gasp erupted from the away fans’ section, followed by applause of relief.

Schmeichel quickly got up after landing, shouting his teammates’ names and directing the defensive line’s positioning.

“Chris! A little to the left!”

“Jordan! Protect the center!”

Despite the noisy rain, the young goalkeeper’s shouts still cut through everything, echoing over the defensive line.

Chris Smalling heard his teammate’s call and immediately adjusted his position.

His eyes were fixed on Doncaster’s number nine striker, an experienced veteran who was looking for an opening.

In the twelfth minute, Doncaster launched another attack.

Brian Stock took the ball in midfield, attempting to send a through pass.

Jordan Henderson burst out from behind and to the side, his body pressing completely against Stock.

Their bodies collided, making a dull thud.

The ball rolled towards the touchline in the confusion.

Henderson didn’t bother to wipe the rain from his face, immediately turning to chase the ball.

His running covered the entire midfield, every breath carrying white mist.

Doncaster’s players began to feel the pressure.

This sixteen-year-old boy, he tackled as if his life depended on it.

In the eighteenth minute, James Hayter received the ball at the edge of the penalty area.

He evaded Mark Tinkler’s defense and took a shot.

The ball, with strong spin, flew towards the top right corner of the goal.

Schmeichel’s reaction was lightning-fast, his body instantly springing up.

He firmly held the ball in his arms.

“Good save!”

Applause once again erupted from the away fans’ section, their voices particularly precious in the vast ocean of the home crowd.

In the Sky Sports commentary box, the voice of a former Doncaster legend carried clear surprise.

“Hartlepool United’s defense is so well organized!”

“Their young goalkeeper, Schmeichel, is simply incredible!”

“Although Doncaster’s offense is strong, they just can’t find a real scoring opportunity.”

Shaun O’Driscoll on the sidelines began to grow anxious.

He constantly waved to his players, signaling them to quicken the pace of their attack.

But Hartlepool United’s defense was like a solid city wall, standing firm against wind and rain.

In the twenty-fifth minute, Hartlepool United got a rare counter-attacking opportunity.

Matty Robson won the ball in the backfield, and without hesitation, he sent a long pass to the front.

Jamie Vardy began his sprint.

As he started, rain exploded behind him, and Doncaster’s defenders could only see a rapidly receding blue jersey number.

Doncaster’s defenders chased desperately, but Vardy’s speed made them despair.

The ball bounced on the wet grass, and Vardy stretched out a leg to stop it, the ball obediently sticking to his feet.

He looked up at the goal; the goalkeeper had already come out to the edge of the six-yard box.

Vardy wasn’t greedy; he chose a low shot.

The ball flew along the ground towards the goal, but the angle was slightly off.

The ball grazed the post and went out over the byline.

Vardy held his head in his hands, his face full of frustration.

But this counter-attack sent a shiver down the spines of Doncaster’s defenders.

They no longer dared to push up to assist as they had before.

In the thirtieth minute, Smalling faced his biggest test of the night.

Paul Heffernan received the ball with his back to goal inside the penalty area, wanting to force a turn and shoot.

Smalling stuck tightly to his back, their bodies pressed together.

Heffernan tried to use his body to push away the young defender, but Smalling’s strength was beyond his expectation.

The young center-back’s legs were like two steel bars, firmly planted in the grass.

Heffernan’s turning movement became stiff, and his shot lost its threat.

The ball rolled softly into Schmeichel’s arms.

Captain Nelson ran over and clapped Smalling on the shoulder.

“Great job, Chris!”

Smalling’s face showed no complacency; he simply adjusted his position silently, preparing for the next attack.

The rain grew heavier, and the pitch began to turn muddy.

The players’ jerseys were long soaked, clinging heavily to their bodies.

But no one complained, no one flinched.

In the thirty-eighth minute, Doncaster earned a corner kick.

The ball was delivered to the center of the penalty area, where a dozen people crowded into the small box.

Smalling leaped high, his header clearing the ball out of the danger zone.

The ball landed at Henderson’s feet, and the young man immediately launched a counter-attack.

His pass accurately found Robert Snodgrass on the wing.

Snodgrass advanced with the ball, but Doncaster’s defense was already in position.

This counter-attack didn’t pose a threat, but it temporarily halted the home team’s offensive.

Time passed minute by minute, and Doncaster’s players began to look anxious.

Their passing started to show errors, and their coordination wasn’t as fluid as at the start of the game.

Brian Stock’s pass in midfield went directly to the opponent, and Henderson unceremoniously intercepted the ball.

In the forty-third minute, Doncaster launched another attack.

This time they chose a cross from the wing tactic.

James Hayter received the ball on the right, facing Matty Robson’s defense.

Hayter made several feints, but Robson’s center of gravity remained unshifted.

Ultimately, Hayter could only opt for a hurried cross.

The quality of the ball wasn’t high, and Smalling easily headed it out of the penalty area.

The first half was nearing its end, and the scoreboard still showed 0-0.

Hartlepool United had successfully withstood Doncaster’s initial onslaught.

Their defense was like an impregnable Great Wall, standing firm no matter how the opponent attacked.

The referee looked at his watch and blew the whistle for the end of the first half.

On the way back to the changing room, everyone was panting heavily, muddy water dripping from their jerseys, but when their eyes met, they all showed a fierce determination.

In the away team’s changing room, Old John’s face glowed with an excited flush.

His phone rang; it was Lin Feng calling.

“Boss, we held them in the first half!”

Old John’s voice trembled slightly; he tried hard to suppress his excitement.

Lin Feng’s calm voice came from the other end of the line:

“Very good, John. The players’ performance exceeded my expectations.”

“In the second half, we must continue to be patient.”

“Tell Gylfi to get ready; we need his long-range shots and set pieces.”

“When the time is right, put him on.”

Old John nodded vigorously, even though Lin Feng couldn’t see his actions.

“Understood, Boss. We will definitely bring home the victory.”

After hanging up the phone, Old John looked at the players gathered around him.