"Didn't get the ball! Ma'el staggers a few steps and continues dribbling forward! Ward is out of position! The attack is favorable!
"Now only Bassong is defending; he might find it hard to stop Ma'el... shaking, changing direction and accelerating again! More acceleration! Oh... Bassong is about to be beaten!
"He's opting for a last-ditch tackle attempt! Ma'el is down, a side-tackle from behind, plus it's the last defender's tackle—how will the referee judge this?!"
"..."
On the field, Ma'el rolls over, feeling a sharp pain in his shin, clutching his leg and rolling twice on the ground.
Seeing Bassong's disdainful face beside him, a few sparks of anger rise in his chest; he endures the pain and hurries toward him.
In this match, he's been fouled similarly four or five times; basically, every time he gets the ball, he's knocked to the ground.
It's unprecedented; he has never encountered such a team in the Championship!
"Damn it!"
