The ball flew through the air like a bullet, slamming hard into Ash's stomach with a sickening thud.
The impact sent him flying backward, dragged by the ball until he crashed violently into the goalpost.
In the chaos, the ball still managed to graze the scoring area.
And just like that, the game descended into disorder.
Medical personnel rushed onto the field, and Ash was swiftly loaded onto a stretcher.
With an injury on the field, the game was officially called off.
But as they wheeled Ash away, I seethed in anger, my face darkened. I saw it clearly, Ash had resorted to underhanded tactics to end the match.
That coward was afraid of losing, terrified of facing the consequences.
Many of the spectators saw it and shared my frustration, but there was nothing anyone could do. With an
