Morita didn't really know what was going on here. One moment he was so close to shooting the ball, even thinking about how he would celebrate, and the next, the boy felt like he'd been hit by a fucking train.
BAM!
"ARGH!" The boy roared in pain as he stumbled to the ground, starting to clutch his ankle as well. "FUCK! REF, FOUL! FOUL! AAARGH!" The way he screamed was so dramatic that it was like he was about to get killed here.
Unfortunately, everything happened right in front of the referee's eyes, and the man just snorted with amusement. After all, the tackle was so clean that no complaint could overturn it, and honestly, Morita was lucky that he saw the boy stumbling on the ground, or he would think that the midfielder was just diving here and wouldn't hesitate to give the boy a yellow card.
