Football: Messi, I am your wallbreaker!

Chapter 10 The Sinful Newcomer

Time stretched out for a long time at that moment.

Li Jing saw a lot in that one second.

Li Jing could see the ferocity on Pi Qi's face, the undisguised malice in those bloodshot eyes, and the cold glint of the shoe nails in the gloomy sky.

His supporting foot was his left foot, which was resting on the grass.

If you get kicked hard, a torn ankle ligament is the least of your worries; it could even be a fracture, potentially ending your entire career.

He thought of many things.

How can people be so damn bad?

Are you out of your mind and trying to ruin me?

He thought of the contract dispute from his previous life.

Are you really going to let a promising 18-year-old star player, whose career is on the rise, be left without a team to play for over a dispute involving a few hundred thousand dollars?

What the hell? How can football be like this?

Screw tolerance.

Screw the greater good.

You want to cripple me?

Then I'll cripple you first.

Li Jing's body reacted in a flash.

A week ago, he would have had absolutely no chance of avoiding this blow.

His world-class reaction speed allowed him to complete his thinking and decision-making in mid-air.

He didn't choose to completely avoid it—that would be too easy for Pizzi.

He leaped into the air, his left foot leaving the ground, his body contorting in mid-air, just barely managing to let Pizzi's spikes glide past his feet.

Then, at the moment of falling.

Li Jing's right foot, wearing a steel-studded sneaker, "inadvertently" stomped down hard!

The target was Pizzi's left ankle, which was completely exposed due to his sliding tackle.

"Click!"

A dull thud that made your teeth ache.

It wasn't the crisp sound of a bone breaking, but a duller, more muffled sound of ligaments and bones being squeezed and bruised.

Pizzi's scream exploded the next second.

"ah--!!!"

The voice became shrill and distorted, like a wild boar that had been stabbed.

Pizzi curled up on the ground, clutching his left ankle tightly with both hands, his body trembling violently from the intense pain.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned.

Salvio stared with his mouth agape, the water bottle in his hand falling to the ground.

The other Argentine players seemed to be frozen in place, standing completely still.

They looked at Li Jing, who was standing still.

The young man, who had an Asian face, had no expression on his face.

There was no panic, no guilt, and not even the coldness of his earlier counterattack.

He just stood there, looking down at Piqi rolling on the ground, watching calmly.

But it was this calm that sent chills down everyone's spine.

"Team doctor!" Burgos was the first to react, shouting at the sidelines.

Ortega rushed onto the field with a first-aid kit.

He knelt down next to Pizzi and quickly checked his ankle.

As soon as the finger touched the swollen area, Piqi let out an even more agonizing scream.

Ortega's expression changed.

He looked up at Simeone on the sidelines, extended his right hand, and made a few gestures.

First, he pointed to his left ankle, then crossed his hands to make an "X", and finally shook his head vigorously.

Simone understood.

Severe ligament damage, possibly accompanied by a bone fracture, will end the season.

Atletico Madrid's manager remained expressionless.

He waved to Ortega, signaling for the stretcher to be brought in.

Two staff members carried in a stretcher.

Piqi was carefully lifted up, still howling, his face covered in tears and snot, completely devoid of his previous arrogance.

As the stretcher passed Li Jing, Pi Qi suddenly turned his head and roared in a hoarse voice:

"You fucking did it on purpose! You did it on purpose!!"

Li Jing finally made a move.

He turned his head and looked at Pizzi.

"Football is a man's sport," Li Jing said in a voice only Pi Qigang could hear. "A fool who can't even protect himself deserves to be carried out."

This is what Simone said just now at the locker room door.

Pizzi's eyes widened, and he made a "hoarse" sound in his throat, so angry that he almost fainted.

After saying this, the system panel in front of Li Jing popped up.

[Messi's support for Pizzi was detected, and the host launched a brutal counterattack, crushing his ankle with steel, ending his season! Ruthless and decisive! Special training hours +8000]

That's a full 8000 hours of special training.

But a ripple flashed in Li Jing's eyes, as if he felt a little uneasy.

The stretcher was taken away.

Ortega stood up and brushed the grass clippings off his knees.

He glanced at Li Jing, his expression complex.

As the team doctor, he has seen too many injuries on the field and can distinguish between accidents and intentional injuries.

That last moment...

Ortega shook his head and followed the stretcher away.

The training ground fell silent again.

Salvio finally came to his senses and charged toward Simeone on the sidelines.

"Coach! You saw it! That kid did it on purpose! He deliberately stepped on Pizzi's ankle! That's murder! He should be fired! Call the police!"

Several other Argentine players also gathered around, chiming in with their own opinions.

Simone remained silent.

He waited until everyone had finished shouting before slowly turning his head.

"Are you done shouting?" Simone asked.

Salvio was taken aback.

"Football is a man's sport," Simeone said, emphasizing each word. "A fool who can't even protect himself deserves to be carried out."

He repeated what Li Jing had just said.

Salvio's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"But the coach, he—"

"Shut up," Simone interrupted him, his voice as cold as ice.

"Pizzi's cleats are so shiny, do you think I'm blind?"

"Or are you all blind?"

"If that kid hadn't been physically strong enough, Li Jing would be lying on the ground right now!"

"He wanted to cripple others, but he was incompetent and ended up getting trampled on instead."

"If this were in the league, Li Jing wouldn't even get a card!"

Salvio opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Simeone ignored him, turned around, and looked at Li Jing on the field.

Simeone strode into the training field and headed straight for Li Jing.

Li Jing stood still.

He watched as Simeone approached, and the iron-willed manager reached out and grabbed him by the collar.

The force was so great that Li Jing was pulled forward and staggered a step.

Simone's face was very close, and Li Jing could smell the faint scent of tobacco on him.

"Kid," Simeone said in a low voice, so that only the two of them could hear, "you've ruined one of my key players."

Li Jing looked into Simone's eyes.

"But," Li Jing said, "I tried my best to avoid it. If I hadn't dodged it, he would have broken my leg with his next kick."

Simone stared at him for three seconds.

Then, he let go.

"Okay," Simone said, and then he addressed everyone.

"We'll train at this position today, and at the same time tomorrow."

"Nobody is allowed to be late!"

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