Rijkaard, standing on the sideline, watched as Li Changlong was stretchered off, feeling completely numb.
He had planned to make a substitution in protest, to show his dissatisfaction to Laporta, making it clear he didn't welcome the president's interference in team selection and formation.
But scoring a goal within 3 minutes of being subbed in? That didn't seem quite right!
Rijkaard glanced at Li Changlong's flagpole, sucking in a breath of cold air, definitely something was amiss.
Now he only had the last substitution spot left to use.
Treating Li Changlong's injury on the sideline was inconvenient.
The Barcelona medical team carried him into the away team's dressing room.
"It's a goal... is there a bonus?"
Li Changlong asked weakly.
A few of the medical staff looked at each other, not understanding Mandarin at all.
"What's he saying?"
"He must be screaming in pain, it definitely hurts to score a goal like that."
"Hurry up and treat him."
