Naji swung his head from right to left, seemingly intending to break out the football, but even if he didn't touch the football, he would likely collide with Stiepelman's head.
Stiepelman swung his head from left to right, preparing to score.
This time, he didn't hesitate at all!
Bang!
Stiepelman was the first to hit the football.
Then, his head collided hard with Naji's head.
Both fell to the ground on the field.
But before that, the football had already been shot into San Remo's goal like a cannonball.
"Goal! It's in! The great Stiepelman!"
"So powerful! So high! Stiepelman outpowered Lu Yang and Naji, scoring this crucial goal!"
"Two to two, with an overall score of four to four, the two teams are completely tied!"
"Oh, Stiepelman and Naji are down in the penalty area, they just seemed to have collided."
"Both are rubbing their heads; they indeed collided, but luckily, it didn't hit the wound on Stiepelman's brow bone, otherwise Stiepelman would be in danger."
