Football's Devastating Harvest
For a while he didn't move. It wasn't clear that he could. He was stretched out on his stomach, a few concerned people bending over him, a few others kneeling beside him, as if in prayer, which they may have been. It would have been an apt response.
Seconds ticked by. Still no movement. Just a television replay of what had gone wrong: his head apparently whipping into another player's leg as the two of them tumbled - no, hurtled - out of bounds, where he remained, a few feet beyond the sideline.