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 just want to pitch.
Ich will einfach nur werfen.
¡Déjenme lanzar de una buena vez!
¡Dejadme lanzar de una maldita vez!
Dépêchez-vous
de me laisser lancer.
Eu quero mesmo é arremessar.