An Arm is Broken, My Apologies, and Another Red Card Awaits You (Seeking Collections and Recommendations)

After Li Mingyu intercepted the ball, he didn't pause for a second, slipping directly past Garcia.

With bloodshot eyes watching Li Mingyu breeze past him, Garcia instantly lost his composure.

Garcia threw a punch directly at the back of Li Mingyu's head.

A big, burly man like Garcia put his entire rage into that single strike.

If that punch had actually connected with the back of Li Mingyu's head, the best case would be a concussion, and the worst... Garcia would be facing a death sentence!

The referee was startled by Garcia's actions, his whistle already halfway to his lips.

But Garcia had forgotten that when he tried to reach out and grab his opponent after being dribbled past for the second time, he hadn't even managed to make contact.

This time he had swung a punch, and everyone knows that throwing a punch is significantly slower than reaching out.

To everyone's shock, Garcia's flashy right-handed haymaker struck nothing but the afterimage Li Mingyu had left behind a full meter away.

With his punch missing, the powerful momentum sent Garcia's body into a 180-degree spin in mid-air.

Garcia face-planted.

The referee took the whistle from his mouth and swept his arms forward, as if signaling the start of a Barca counterattack.

Griezmann and Pedri surged forward behind Li Mingyu like tigers descending a mountain.

Yet, they discovered with despair that even running off the ball, they couldn't keep pace with Li Mingyu's dribbling.

However, the most desperate of all was the Huesca defensive line.

Li Mingyu carried the ball straight toward the opposing defense.

The two center-backs braced for impact, retreating while half-turned. Both were highly experienced, positioning themselves one in front of the other to provide cover regardless of which way Li Mingyu chose to break.

But they were so nervous they nearly forgot they were defending on the edge of the penalty area; as they retreated, they backed right into the box.

Li Mingyu reached the edge of the penalty arc, finding himself completely unmarked within a three-meter radius.

The Huesca goalkeeper shouted, "Get up there and block him!"

Only then did the two center-backs realize they had retreated almost to the six-yard box.

What kind of amateur mistake was this for professional defenders?

Before the two center-backs could lunge forward, Li Mingyu planted his left foot firmly on the penalty line and swung his other leg like a whip, lashing it into the ball.

It was as effortless as a shot in training.

The ball flew like a cannonball, tracing a beautiful arc straight into the top right corner of the net.

Goalkeeper Fernandez waved his hands in despair; from such close range, he had no chance to make the save.

The entire Camp Nou erupted in ecstasy.

88th minute of the second half, 3-2.

Three goals in eight minutes—a hat-trick.

Li Mingyu had made a name for himself in a single match.

After signaling that the goal stood, the referee quickly made his way to the center of the pitch.

Garcia hadn't stood up since he hit the ground.

He had put every ounce of his strength into that punch, only to hit thin air.

When Garcia crashed to the ground, he had been completely defenseless, slamming his elbow hard into the turf.

Dislocated right arm!

Clutching his right arm, Garcia was drenched in sweat from the pain, lying on the ground without daring to move a muscle.

This was a genuine injury.

On the pitch, you can usually tell that the players rolling around frantically are mostly fine.

But when you see someone lying on the ground, afraid to move, that is a person who is truly hurt.

The referee approached Garcia, carefully examined his arm to confirm the dislocation, and immediately signaled for the team doctors to enter.

The Huesca medical staff rushed onto the field; this was their team's pillar, after all.

After a quick check, the doctor shook his head at the head coach. Garcia's dislocation was quite severe and required immediate stabilization, but he was certainly finished for the rest of the match.

On the sidelines, the Huesca coach was filled with frustration, kicking a nearby water bottle into the air.

Turning around, the coach pointed at a player on the bench and said, "Get ready to go on!"

The player scrambled up to start warming up.

Garcia's condition was serious enough that the doctors first used a bandage to immobilize his arm before helping him prepare to leave the pitch.

Suddenly, the referee walked up to Garcia, his expression cold and stern, and pulled a Ruby Promotion Card from his shorts pocket, flashing it at him.

Garcia, sweating profusely from the pain, looked as if his eyes were about to pop out of his head, and he began shouting excitedly at the referee.

The other Huesca players swarmed around, demanding justice from the referee.

The referee said expressionlessly, "Your punching motion just now was an act of retaliatory violence. According to the rules, a red card is mandatory!"

Garcia said excitedly, "I didn't even hit him, I'm the one who got hurt!"

A flash of well-hidden disdain crossed the referee's eyes as he replied, "Your action was retaliatory. You should feel fortunate that you didn't injure the opponent. I will include your behavior and your current attitude in the post-match report, and the Football Association will issue the corresponding punishment!"

Garcia was nearly driven mad; he was already in such a miserable state, and he hadn't expected the referee to rub salt into his wounds.

Looking at the referee's unquestionable demeanor, and as a newly promoted team, they lacked the confidence to argue with him.

On the sidelines, the Huesca head coach was so furious upon seeing the referee show Garcia a red card that he nearly suffered a brain hemorrhage. He charged toward the fourth official like a lion to protest the decision.

The player who had been warming up also returned to the bench with a look of grievance, his eyes filled with frustration.

The fourth official was busy explaining the reason for the red card to the Huesca head coach.

However, watching a cooked duck not only fly away but also slap him hard in the face before doing so, the Huesca head coach had no interest in listening to any explanations. He unleashed a barrage of Spanish-style profanities at the official.

The fourth official was stunned; he had never heard such filthy language in his entire life!

The fourth official grew angry as well and immediately called the referee over.

Seeing his colleague being bullied, the referee sprinted over and issued the Ruby Promotion Card, which he hadn't even put back in his pocket yet, to the enraged Huesca head coach.

The Huesca head coach was dragged away by his assistants, still cursing as he headed back to the locker room.

Truly, they had lost both the match and their dignity!

The remainder of the match was hardly worth watching.

Upon learning that he had nearly been struck in the back of the head just moments ago, Li Mingyu also lost his nerve.

Eight minutes, a hat-trick—that was enough.

If he provoked someone else and actually ended up getting injured, it wouldn't be worth the price.

The referee blew his whistle, and the match ended.

Barca won the game 3-2 at home.

Camp Nou erupted into a frenzy of celebration.

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