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Upon opening his eyes, he witnessed that the person who had grabbed him by the collar was being detained by another person. The sight relieved him and he couldn’t help but feel that he was saved.

Finally after confirming that he was out of danger, he eased his expression a little.

It was suffocating back then but finally, he could breathe.

He was glad that someone had come to his rescue. But just when he was rejoicing a few other players washed over him like a tsunami.

Even the barricade of his teammate didn’t seem like it could shield him from the wrath of the infuriated opposing players.

Just looking at their agitated face made his heart palpitate.

Finally, when he saw a glimpse of the referee, he felt relieved. The referee even though he was about to expel him from the game appeared like a saint who had come to his rescue.

So, he couldn’t help but rejoice upon seeing him.

He hadn’t been this glad to see the referee.

For the first time in his life, he felt deep gratitude towards the referee.

‘Just what took you so long?’

He looked at the referee with his eyes sparkling with joy.

As for Hiro, after watching his state, medical personnel had already arrived on the pitch to check on him. After examining him, they signaled for the stretcher.

Manager Nanami although disheartened and agitated had to carry out his duty. So, when he saw their signals, he immediately prepared a substitution.

With a heavy heart, he watched Hiro being taken out on a stretcher.

He also felt a pang of guilt clawing on him. After all, they had already won the game. So, he could have taken him out to give him some rest.

He felt that it was due to his mistake that Hiro was in such a state.

He just couldn’t help but blame himself.

If only he had acted timely, he could have prevented the misfortune.

Wei Zen was taken out of the game as expected for the offense. Also, there were a few others who received cards for their actions.

The game ended with the same score in the end.

After Hiro was taken out, Japan didn’t manage to score any extra goals. And thus the game concluded with Japan’s victory.

The final score of the game was Japan: 11 Vs China PR: 0.

The result evoked a sensation around many parts of the globe. But more than the result, the highlight of the event was the mesmerizing performance of Hiro and the brutal tackle that sent him to hospital.

Even at the end of the game, the tension continued to linger on the pitch. Many of the Japanese players couldn’t bring themselves to forgive the opposition for their nasty tackle on Hiro.

Many players even refused to shake hands to celebrate the spirit of the game.

Just like this, the game came to an end.

But the aftermath of the game proved to be even more extreme than what one had imagined. The home players of China who had suffered such a humiliating loss were harshly criticized by both the fans and the media outlets.

As for the Japanese team, they were praised for their performance.

The video of Tatsuki grabbing Wei Zen by his collar after he fouled Hiro spread like wildfire and became an instant hit among the people.

Although most of the people received it positively there were a few who were against it. Many commended him for standing up for his teammate while many called him short-tempered and unprofessional.

There were both positive and negative reviews. However, it was mostly positive.

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[Japan! Unstoppable Force]

[Rising Star Hiro Scores a Double Hat-Trick in Japan’s 11-0 Victory Over China]

[How Long Will Hiro Be Sidelined?]

Hiro lay on the hospital bed, scrolling through the endless stream of headlines flooding the internet. The attention both fascinated and frustrated him in equal measure.

As Hiro lay on the stiff hospital bed, his arm wrapped in bandages and supported by a sling, a steady stream of thoughts ran through his mind.

The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the room, and the steady beeping of the monitor beside him was the only sound, save for the occasional rustle of sheets as he shifted to find a comfortable position. His phone screen glowed faintly in the dim light, displaying a barrage of articles and social media posts discussing his recent performance.

“Double hat-trick,” he muttered, eyes scanning the headlines. Six goals in one game. Yesterday’s match against China PR had been a resounding success. Japan had dominated the field with an overwhelming 11-0 victory, and Hiro had been the undeniable star.

Yet, today, lying here in the quiet, the triumph felt hollow.

His right elbow throbbed beneath the bandages. A sharp, agonizing pain had shot through it from the moment he had been fouled, leaving him unable to even lift his arm without a burning sensation that felt like fire coursing through his veins.

The doctors had confirmed it-he had torn his tendons.

How long? The question echoed in his mind, reflecting the words of every article he had read. How long would he be out? Could he afford to miss the crucial upcoming games? Would this injury haunt him forever?

Fortunately, it wasn’t his leg.

After all, if he had injured his leg, it would have been much worse.

Thus he wasn’t as pressed about it.

If it had been his legs, he wouldn’t be acting like this. Probably, he would have been plunged

into despair.

He had himself to thank for his quick decision.

If he hadn’t cushioned the fall with his hand, he might have to sit out of the game for who knows how long.

Just then while thinking about it, the door to the room creaked open, and Hiro looked up to see Coach Nanami stepping inside, followed closely by Naoto and Tatsuki.

The coach wore a concerned expression, his usually strict and composed demeanor softened in the dim light of the hospital room. Naoto and Tatsuki, dressed in casual clothing, looked equally uneasy.