The current third-years were called "the hopeless year" when they joined. Their upperclassmen had lost all hope for them, but they diligently practiced, continuously encouraging each other. Their hard work changed their rivalry for each other into trust.
I still see some balls out!
Da liegen immer noch Bälle rum!
¡Todavía hay bolas tiradas!
¡Todavía hay bolas tiradas!
Il y a encore des balles
par terre !
Ainda estou vendo uns foras!