"The ball's in!"
"The ball's in!!!"
"There's nothing wrong with that goal! Uh... there shouldn't be anything wrong with it, right?"
The goal had come so suddenly that even the commentators could hardly believe what they were seeing.
Yeah, they needed to confirm it.
"When Jiang Guangtai jumped up—yes! No foul! No foul!"
"There's absolutely nothing wrong with that goal!"
"Tang Ye scored directly from the corner!"
"1:0!"
Since it had gone straight in from a corner, Tang Ye was very close to the stands when the referee confirmed the goal. He only needed to turn around and take two steps to reach the fans.
Accelerate!
Straight into a knee slide!
Holy shit!
Before his knees even hit the ground, Tang Ye suddenly realized what was wrong.
This wasn't grass. It was a fucking rubber track!
But he had already committed to the motion. It was too late to back out now.
Bang!
"Oh!"
Tang Ye's shins slammed into the rubber track, and almost the entire stadium screamed at once.
"Fuck!"
He immediately rolled onto his side on the track, clutching his knees with a twisted expression.
"Tang Ye is fucking awesome!"
"Holy shit, King Tang!"
"Hey, hey, hey! Medic! Where's the medic?!"
"Fuck, don't do this!"
The China national football team players rushed toward Tang Ye. They had originally intended to celebrate with him, but as the scorer, Tang Ye had somehow decided to do a knee slide on the rubber track.
"Oh dear, that..."
"That looks painful!"
"Yes, hopefully it's nothing serious. I don't think it should be too bad, because judging from that movement, Tang Ye seemed to realize it in advance."
"Mm, China national football team lead Japan 1:0! And the China national football team medical staff are coming onto the pitch!"
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