"Leo Calderon gets there first..." the commentator shouted.
"...BUT HE'S DOWN!"
The clearance had barely crossed the edge of the area before Leo collapsed onto the turf clutching the side of his head, and the referee blew immediately.
Amos sprinted across the six-yard box, dropping to one knee beside his teammate as players from both sides slowed.
Before the referee could even say it, the medical team were already running.
On the giant screens, the replay never came.
Instead, the cameras stayed tight on Leo as the medics reached him.
One of them pulled his hand away from the wound, and instantly, blood covered his glove.
A murmur rolled through the stadium, mainly through the away stands, as the home crowd was eerily quiet.
.
Up in the stands, Mia stared at the screen.
"Oh my God..." she muttered and then looked beside her.
There Vittoria sat still.
Her hands rested tightly together in her lap, her face drained of colour as she watched the medics working around Leo.
