The chaos continued, and even the fans were getting anxious.
Players from both sides swarmed the referee, arms waving, voices raised, and faces twisted with indignation. The crowd roared its disapproval, a cacophony of jeers and whistles that shook the very foundations of the Etihad.
Hiro sat on the grass, his chest heaving, and his mind spinning.
Did I stumble?
Though he did feel the pull, he couldn't be certain if he had been pulled. The contact was so small that it was dismissible. Hence, even the referee was having a hard time.
From where he stood, it seemed like a clean tackle.
However, he couldn't just dismiss the claim and resume the match.
"It's a foul!" Julian shouted.
"It's a clean tackle," Enzo retaliated, his voice even fiercer. "He just fell on his own!"
"You pulled his shirt!"
"I didn't even touch him!"
