On the stands of Itihad, the person who fainted was none other than Chess Saint Nie Weiping.
Sitting in the second row, watching Tang Long break through Milner and smash the ball into the net, Nie Weiping shouted loudly with delight:
"Great goal, truly a great goal!"
"Thrilling, it's too thrilling!"
His voice was exceptionally loud amidst the noisy stands, with his arms raised high;
while shouting, he forcefully pounded the armrest of the seat with each hit full of vigor.
However, overcome with excitement, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and blood rushed to his head, causing his breathing to become rapid and difficult, as if a heavy stone pressed on his chest, indicating a swift onset of oxygen deprivation.
His face turned deathly pale instantly, his body swayed, and then he fell straight backward, fainting on the spot.
"Someone fainted!"
"Someone has fainted!"
"Oh my God, is there a doctor here, is there anyone on site who's a doctor, hurry and save him!"
