Tang Long, who rushed into the net along with the football, felt a moment of dizziness.
The loud crashing sensation from hitting the goalpost reverberated in his mind.
"Boom!!!"
A huge stabbing pain started to spread throughout his body, following his cranial nerves.
A warm stream quietly trickled down his forehead.
It was blood silently flowing, like a thin red stream, tracing a shocking path across Tang Long's pale face.
He felt his consciousness gradually drifting away, as if countless golden stars were swirling crazily before his eyes, like being caught in a dark vortex, unable to extricate himself.
He clenched his teeth and summoned the last bit of strength to open his eyes.
In his blurred vision, the only thing he was sure of was the football lying quietly in the net, like the sole witness after the storm.
However, this persistence was only temporary. Soon, his vision gradually darkened, and everything was engulfed by a hazy darkness.
