My legs are taken out from under me, and I come down awkwardly. The crowd explodes as I crumble to the ground. A tearing sensation rips through my left knee. No. No. No. No. I curl into myself and cradle my leg. I think I cry out, but the noise in the arena is deafening. It’s probably only a second before everyone realizes something is wrong, and then one hundred and seventy thousand people go silent.
