The thick grass at White Hart Lane, Gualin wears long HG metal studs.
The ends of the studs glint coldly, like a sharp giant blade, chopping towards Tang Long's ankle from the side and rear.
His massive weight gives this tackle tremendous inertia!
Should this tackle injure Tang Long's ankle, the consequences are unimaginable, either crippled or injured.
"I'm going to take you down!" Gualin was furiously aggressive.
However, as his body got closer to Tang Long and the studs were about to touch Tang Long's ankle.
Gualin suddenly saw the shin guards under Tang Long's white socks!
Under the thick professional football socks, the shin guards were still vaguely visible — deep blue.
"Ah, that's..."
Gualin's mind made a clicking sound; the red blood rising in his heart was instantly extinguished by a basin of cold water, quelling the irrational anger.
