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Chapter 699: Careless



Though he had scored the goal, it didn't matter. He couldn't care less about celebrating. Right now, the only thing he cared about was his teammate.

Having witnessed the tackle firsthand, Hiro knew how devastating the blow was.

While the others around him celebrated, Hiro began to tend to Griezmann. His complexion was pale and he was wincing in pain.

Just from a glance alone, it looked as if he had hurt himself badly.

The crowd was still buzzing.

"Goal! Just when they needed it the most, he delivered it. What an amazing way to announce his debut. He is just eighteen and has already scored a goal in the Champions League."

"A brace in his debut and now, a debut goal in the Champions League."

"Perhaps, we can finally see someone surpassing the legacy of Son Heung-Min. Is he the next big thing from Asia? Only time will tell."

The stadium atmosphere was electrifying, the enthusiastic cheers of the Atletico fans reverberating throughout the stadium.

On the other hand, the opposing fans had gone silent. The goal had left them vividly devastated. They couldn't even express their dissatisfaction.

Even with their numerical advantage, they were overwhelmed by the opposing fans.

"But what's this, where is Hiro going?"

Upon noticing Hiro's unusual movement, the commentator felt puzzled. He had scored a stunner. This goal should be special for him.

Yet, he wasn't celebrating. Instead, he was heading somewhere.

Then he noticed Griezmann groaning in pain. Grabbing his ankle, he lay.

"Seems like the tackle has injured Griezmann."

Immediately after noticing Griezmann's worsening condition, the medical staff rushed to the pitch. Simultaneously, the referee also jumped into action.

He had seen clear contact.

But he had allowed the play to continue.

Benjamin squinched his brows as he cast a glance at Griezmann. He knew that he would get booked. He knew he had fouled Griezmann.

However, he was reluctant to receive a red card. Hence, he didn't make an issue out of the foul.

"Tch!"

Benjamin clicked his tongue in annoyance. The situation looked bleak for him. Then he rolled his eyes toward Hiro.

He stared at Hiro indignantly.

If it weren't for Hiro, he wouldn't be in this condition. Hiro was the sole person responsible for his misfortune. He felt his blood boiling.

His eyes turned scarlet as he glared at Hiro.

However, he was aware that he couldn't make a scene here.

While the medics inspected Griezmann, the referee pondered over his decision. Though the contact was direct, the decision couldn't be made easily.

Hence, it took him some time to make a decision.

Finally, after thoroughly analyzing the situation, he made his decision. Though the contact was direct, he couldn't shove a red card.

"Yellow card!"

"Benjamin is booked. It could have been worse. But he'll have to be careful from now on."

Benjamin accepted the outcome without any protest. Well, he was aware that it could have been worse. Hence, he easily accepted the decision.

He then returned to his position.

Griezmann was replaced. In his stead entered Carlos Gimenez, a central defender. With Gimenez replacing Griezmann, they now possessed five defenders in their backline.

It was clear they were going to defend their lead.

Soon the game resumed after both parties assumed their position.

Beep!

Immediately after the game resumed, the home side began to attack. However, now that Atletico had solidified their defense, it became much more difficult for them to equalize.

With their five-man defense securing their backline, they continued to protect their lead as the game progressed. Against the fearsome onslaught of the opposing side, Atletico defended their lead fabulously.

The clock ticked as the game progressed.

As the clock inched closer to the final minutes, the home fans' complexions became even more pale. With their brows knitted, they watched the progressing match with growing

horror.

The fear of losing gnawed on them, making their heart palpitate.

Yet they didn't want to admit defeat, especially on their home turf. Thus, their cheers grew even more fervent out of desperation.

Suddenly, the cheers grew even more intense as Benjamin stole the ball from Hiro.

Thud!

The tackle was rough, and Hiro could barely stand against Benjamin's fearsome physique. If it weren't for the fact that he tackled him from his blind spot, he would have held his ground.

However, Benjamin came unannounced.

"Foul!"

The fans demanded, their voice tinged with frustration.

However, the referee signaled for a play-on. Taking advantage of the momentum, the

opposing side immediately went on attack.

More than 85 minutes had already passed.

If they could capitalize on this opportunity, they could at least equalize the game.

'From the flanks,' Klaus cried out inwardly.

On the sideline, he watched the ongoing progression with growing interest. The sudden change in the scenario made him hopeful.

Hope blossomed in his heart as RB Leipzig regained momentum at a crucial moment.

The home fan's eyes lit up as their voices grew fervent. The entire stadium stood on their

toes, their heart thumping like drums.

They knew that they had to capitalize on this opportunity.

Benjamin after stealing the ball immediately passed the ball. He sent the ball flying over to

the flanks where Xavi calmly collected the ball.

Without wasting any more time, he accelerated.

Hiro, who had been sent rolling on the ground stood almost immediately to charge after the

ball. He knew that he couldn't afford to lay down.

If they scored now, the game could slip from their hands.

'I was careless,' Hiro gritted his teeth as he lifted himself. He had bruised his leg during the fall. However, he was aware that he couldn't afford to rest.

Even though Benjamin had tackled him from his blind spot, Hiro could only blame himself for

his lack of self-awareness. He wouldn't have lost the ball if he had paid more attention to his

surroundings.

But now that he had lost the ball, he had to regain it.

With that thought in mind, Hiro began to retreat. With steady steps, he retreated. The

backline was already in chaos.