bestfiction Chapter 548: World Cup Qualifier End
Chapter 548: World Cup Qualifier End
Chapter 548: World Cup Qualifier End
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.
[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.