Chapter 297: Chapter 244: An Eye for an Eye

Chen Yu raised his head and looked around the entire stadium.

The stands were filled with cheers. Many South Korean fans waved their national flags, jumping up and down with excitement.

Mixed in were a great number of boos.

Not far from him, Andy Dunbar was desperately holding back Alina, who was on the verge of exploding.

Spit flew from Alina’s mouth, a few strands of hair bobbing on his head as he shouted. He pointed at the fourth official, cursing him wildly.

He couldn’t control his emotions.

Never mind the penalty call, what did Reina even do to get a direct red card?

’Is that Moreno of yours made of gold? Can he not even be touched?’

The fourth official kept a straight face, not saying a word.

But just then, Moreno, who had broken free from the encirclement of the United States Team players, noticed the situation on the sideline and rushed over.

For a moment, Chen Yu thought he had seen the light and was going to check the video replay.

But instead, he came right up to Alina, blew his whistle, and pulled out another red card.

Chen Yu was stunned.

’Even the head coach has been sent off!’

’What kind of fucking joke is this?’

Alina froze, staring at Moreno in disbelief. The next moment, he erupted, broke free from Andy Dunbar, and charged at Moreno.

"What the fuck are you doing!" Alina’s eyes were red with fury.

Moreno ignored him, pointed to the stands, and gestured for Alina to leave the field.

「In the VIP box.」

Contiguglia had been sitting calmly, chatting with a FIFA official.

He had a smile on his face. The United States Team’s performance in the first half had far exceeded his expectations. He never dreamed that something like this would happen just five minutes into the second half.

Contiguglia shot to his feet, no longer able to control his emotions.

He whipped his head around, first looking at the FIFA official beside him who had been laughing and joking with him just moments before. The official looked at Contiguglia awkwardly, the corner of his eye twitching unnaturally.

Contiguglia turned his head again, his gaze locking like a dagger onto Zheng Mengjun, who was not far away.

Zheng Mengjun sat bolt upright, not even turning his head. He could feel Contiguglia’s stare and was overcome with a guilty conscience.

Contiguglia gritted his teeth and sat back down.

The commotion on the sideline took several minutes to die down.

Alina went up into the stands. The South Korean fans around him wouldn’t stop yelling at him, but his face was ashen, and he said nothing.

Reina had already left the field and gone straight back to the locker room.

Andy Dunbar stood nervously on the sideline, shouting for everyone not to be affected and to stay focused.

Chen Yu’s mood was also at rock bottom. It reminded him of the off-the-books tricks the King had pulled in the second round of the playoffs.

If they were playing a normal game, no one would say a thing if they lost.

But this, right here, was clearly biased officiating. A fixed match.

Park Ji-sung converted the penalty with ease, tying the score.

Receiving two red cards in a row had ignited the United States Team’s fury. Even with only 10 men, they remained on the attack.

In the 57th minute, O’Brien intercepted the ball in midfield and sent it straight to the right wing. Donovan was already sprinting forward.

His crosses from the right were always a major threat.

Just then, the South Korea Team’s defender, Jin Taiying, suddenly lunged forward with a sliding tackle.

His studs were up!

Chen Yu’s heart felt like it had been violently squeezed. He could hardly believe his eyes.

Donovan, in the middle of his sprint, was sent flying by the tackle. He flipped over completely in mid-air before crashing hard onto the ground.

"What the fuck!" Heskey exclaimed beside him.

Chen Yu snapped back to his senses and said urgently, "Let’s go."

Moreno had already run over, blowing his whistle.

Stuart and the others had already rushed over and surrounded Jin Taiying, the tackler. The players from both teams instantly descended into chaos.

Chen Yu paid no mind to any of that, leading Heskey as he sprinted towards Donovan.

On the grass, Donovan was lying face down, pounding the ground with his fist in pain.

"Don’t move, don’t move," Chen Yu said, quickly leaning over to hold Donovan still.

On Donovan’s left ankle, a clear footprint was visible on his white sock.

"What do we do!" Heskey was panicking a little.

"Stretcher!"

Chen Yu cursed under his breath.

Chen Yu knew soccer was a high-risk sport. There were always some players who, for whatever reason, would intentionally try to injure and cripple their opponents. But to witness such a despicable act firsthand, Chen Yu still trembled with rage.

’In that moment of malice, did you even consider that your opponent might have to leave the pitch for good because of this injury?’

The moment he leaned over, Chen Yu had already scanned the injury with his Eye of All-Seeing.

The left ankle was forced into an inversion by the tackle.

The lateral malleolus of his left foot was fractured. The anterior talofibular ligament and the calcaneofibular ligament were completely torn.

Because the tackle forced the ankle into inversion, the crucial deltoid ligament complex on the medial side of the ankle also suffered tears of varying degrees.

As for muscle and cartilage contusions, they were barely worth mentioning at this point.

While calling for the stretcher, Chen Yu turned his head and locked his gaze on the culprit, Jin Taiying, who was being shielded by his South Korea Team teammates in the crowd of players.

The bastard was actually smirking, a dismissive sneer on his face.

He committed that foul on purpose.

At that moment, Moreno pulled out a card.

He gave Jin Taiying a yellow card, then turned and actually gave a yellow card to Stuart, who had been the first to rush over.

The members of the United States Team were about to lose their minds.

Stuart, like an enraged lion, spewed trash talk and tried to charge over to punch Moreno.

He was held back tightly by his teammates.

"Chen, is my ankle okay? Can I still play?" Beside him, Donovan was trembling from the pain, but his face was filled more with panic. He kept asking Chen Yu, his eyes full of terror.

He was only 20, with limitless potential. He had just been named U.S. Soccer Athlete of the Year, with a brilliant future ahead of him. He could play for at least another ten years. He was terrified that this one incident would completely ruin him.

"It’s okay. I’m here."

Chen Yu held Donovan, comforting him in a low voice, his own body trembling with rage.

Donovan was carried off the field on a stretcher.

"I’m going to kill them!" Reina, who had returned to the locker room early, had stormed into the player tunnel in a rage.

Chen Yu stopped him, dragged him back into the locker room, and then quickly began to stabilize Donovan’s injury.

He also used a silver-level Sports First Aid effect.

’This is an effect I really didn’t want to have to use.’

"Get the ambulance ready. We’re going to the hospital in a bit."

The Sports First Aid effect was working, but he still needed to be taken to the hospital for further treatment.

The locker room door was thrown open, and Contiguglia and Martin rushed in.

"How is he, Chen?" Contiguglia asked anxiously.

Chen Yu didn’t speak, concentrating on immobilizing Donovan’s ankle.

After he finished, he stopped, soothed Donovan a little more, then stood up and pulled Contiguglia aside.

"Fractured lateral malleolus, at least five torn ligaments. He’s seriously injured!" Chen Yu said in a grave voice.

"Shit!"

Contiguglia furiously kicked over the water cooler next to him.

"This is murder!" Martin said through gritted teeth, his eyes red.

Contiguglia was breathing heavily with rage. He suddenly turned and started to walk out.

But before he could leave, the locker room door was thrown open again.

A team staff member entered, helping the United States Team’s left-back, Agus. Agus was clutching his forehead, blood seeping through the gaps in his fingers.

Everyone was stunned.

"What happened?" Chen Yu hurried forward.

From the time Donovan was taken off the field until now, it had been 10 minutes at most.

Another player was injured!

"During a corner kick, he was elbowed in the brow bone by one of the South Koreans."

Chen Yu had Agus sit down and moved his hand away. Blood immediately gushed out.

It was his left brow bone. If it had been just a little bit off, his eyeball could have been ruptured.

"Suture kit!" Chen Yu called out immediately.

While disinfecting Agus’s wound, Chen Yu turned his head to look at Contiguglia. "Robert, you have to do something."

’Is this even soccer anymore? It’s just a brawl.’

Contiguglia’s face was ashen. He gritted his teeth, turned, and walked out.

Just then, a massive cheer could be heard from outside, coming through the crack of the partially closed locker room door.

Contiguglia stopped in his tracks. The South Korea Team must have scored again.

The atmosphere in the locker room became extremely heavy.

Contiguglia stood rooted to the spot for a full half-minute before saying to Martin, without turning his head, "Tell Andy to forget about winning or losing. I want him to go after them. Cripple their players."

He turned his head, his expression ferocious. "An eye for an eye, you understand?"

’The United States has always been the one bullying the rest of the world. When have we ever been humiliated like this?’

Martin nodded forcefully and quickly left.

"Turn on the TV," Agus said, calling for someone to turn on the television in the locker room.

Chen Yu didn’t have time to watch TV. He was disinfecting, cleaning the wound, and suturing.

By the time he finished stitching, the ambulance was ready.

"Chen, can we wait a bit before going to the hospital? I want to finish watching the game!" Donovan said through gritted teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

He didn’t just want to watch the game. He wanted to see his teammates get even.

Chen Yu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

A short delay wouldn’t matter. The first aid effect was working, and the injury was stabilized.

Chen Yu turned and looked at the TV screen.

minutes in. The United States Team was down to 10 men, trailing 1-2.

After taking the lead, the South Korea Team’s morale was clearly high, and they intensified their attack.

Park Ji-sung chested the ball down in the offensive zone, turned smoothly as he landed, and broke into a sprint.

He was moving very fast. Just then, the substitute defender Greg Berhalter, who had replaced Agus and played for Crystal Palace in the Premier League, rushed forward and went straight into a tackle.

A scissor tackle!

Park Ji-sung was taken down cleanly by the tackle. He rolled twice on the ground and didn’t get back up.

The camera panned to the stands, where countless South Korean fans stared, dumbfounded, as if frozen in time.

"Beautiful!" Donovan roared excitedly.

"Kill him!" Agus said viciously.

Chen Yu didn’t shout, but he silently clenched his fists.

Moreno rushed over and directly pulled out a red card.

Belhart didn’t care. He spat on the ground in front of Moreno, then turned and walked off the field.

On the TV, the South Korean commentator was shouting frantically, spit flying. He was probably screaming about murder.

Park Ji-sung was carried off the field on a stretcher, clutching his knee the whole time. The replay showed that Belhart’s right foot had kicked hard into the inside of his left knee.

The United States Team was now down to 9 men on the field.

But it was the South Korea Team whose momentum seemed to weaken.

Just two minutes later, during a struggle for the ball in midfield, Ryu Hyang-tae fell to the ground while shielding the ball. O’Brien, who was challenging him, stopped going for the ball, took aim, and kicked Ryu Hyang-tae straight in the face.

In an instant, Ryu Hyang-tae collapsed, clutching his face as blood quickly seeped through his fingers.

The surrounding South Korean players were stunned into silence. They didn’t even dare to come forward and argue.

O’Brien glared menacingly at the approaching Moreno, his expression clearly saying, ’Go ahead, pull out a card. See if I don’t beat the shit out of you.’

Moreno hesitated for a second, then pulled out a yellow card.

O’Brien snorted contemptuously and walked away.

The South Korea Team was down another player.