Football: Messi is reborn and China wins the championship

lost!Am I really dead?

I stood on the Nou Camp and looked at Mbappe, who was being cheered by many teammates, feeling very uncomfortable.

It is already the last game of the first round of La Liga in 2021. The Barcelona club I represent lost to the Paris Saint-Germain club represented by Mbappe with a score of 1 to 4 in today's game.

Mbappé, the young player in 1998, in my eyes, is an enhanced version of Ronaldo.

He is faster, has better skills at his feet, simple and rough kicking lines, wins with speed, and he still has room to grow.

In tonight's score, he also staged a hat-trick and scored three goals alone.

The era of the new king has come, and the era of double arrogance between me and Ronaldo will eventually be a thing of the past.

I went back to the locker room in a very frustrated mood, ignored anyone, and walked quickly out of the tunnel.

Walking out of the entrance, there are still many reporters and fans around the entrance.

The fans watched me come out, most of them were sad, and they shouted in their mouths.

"Messi, you will always be our pride and always support you!"

"Messi, you will definitely be able to play well in the next game, you are still our king!"

"Messi, don't be depressed, keep a good mood!"

At the same time, a female reporter in hot clothes squeezed over and asked.

"Messi, I heard that you will be a substitute in the next game? Did the coach say that you can't perform well in this game, so you started to become a substitute?"

Immediately, the female reporter asked, and I could see that the fans around me wanted to know the answer.

In fact, this is true. In the next game, maybe I will be my substitute's substitute.

Although this game is over, I obviously feel that my body is not recovering as fast as it was at its peak in my twenties.

Obviously, the body is still full of fatigue.

I just smiled and looked at the fans and this hotly dressed female reporter, and didn't respond to her question.

The assistant had pulled over my Poison Lamborghini and I got in.

I'm not a racing fanatic, but at this moment, I'm in a bad mood, so bad that I can't control myself, and the inexplicable anger in my heart needs to explode.

Drive the car onto the highway, which is an unlimited speed highway.

I started to step on the gas pedal deeply.

The engine of the poison sports car started to roar, which made me feel like myself when I was young, running like a strong wind, powerful, fast, and strong.

This stimulated me to step on the gas pedal even more!
At night, there are many drag racing parties on this unlimited speed expressway.

For example, the headlights of someone's car behind my car flicker from time to time, which means let's compare.

I think, I can't win by playing football now, and my sports car speed can't beat you?
Step on the accelerator more deeply!My heartbeat also accelerated, and I looked ahead carefully with deep eyes.

However, the opponent's car was obviously modified, and after catching up, it continued to flash its headlights, obviously watching me all over!
The gas pedal under my foot has been pressed to the bottom, I want to go faster!
Looking at the keyhole that lifted the restriction, I resolutely inserted the key in and twisted it!
Immediately, the acceleration of the car was obvious!

My heartbeat also raised my throat!
Gradually, the car behind was thrown away by me.

This feeling of drag racing victory is so good!

I just said, "Oh yeah!"

A car in the right lane swerves in front of my car.

The speed difference, my sports car directly hit the rear of that car!
My car took off and rolled on the road in an instant. The airbag of the car was deployed, but the small space began to deform due to the huge impact and roll, and my legs were even more painful as if they were stuck!
"It's over, my leg is useless!" I still thought truthfully in my heart at this moment.

Bang!
This is when my brain hit the roof of the car, I fainted suddenly, my eyes went dark, and I fell unconscious.

In a daze, I heard someone shouting.

"Hey, Ball King, wake up!"

"What are you sleeping on! Messi, wake up, the coach is here!"

I opened my eyes and looked at the surrounding environment and people.

Brown-black eyes, yellow skin, black hair, male.

"Japan? China? Korea?" I shouted these three words directly.

At the same time, the place deep inside me is a dressing room, and I am lying on the sofa in a sleeping position.

Looking at the dozen or so little boys in front of him, they were probably twelve or thirteen years old.

I tried my best to think why I was in this place, but the memory in my mind was only the people here shouting to me when I opened my eyes just now.

"Can't I remember the past? Am I amnesia? What did I do?" I couldn't help asking myself.

At this time, two middle-aged men walked in, at least 1.8 meters tall, with a strong build and a dignified face.

These dozen or so twelve or thirteen-year-old boys obviously had more fear in their eyes.

Moreover, they all looked at me!

"What are you still sleeping on! Get up quickly and move your body. The first junior high school football match in the country, our first game in Shonan City, the media and leaders are all paying attention! Our Longmen Middle School is playing against City No. [-] Middle School! Get your spirits up!"

Another middle-aged man gave me a serious look, and said with anticipation in his eyes: "Messi, come on!"

Immediately, the other boys also looked at me, expecting me.

I still don't understand why my memory is gone, only remembering things from when I just woke up.

I got up and responded: "Oh, I see." But I don't know where this is, but looking at the battle of this team, it should be a football match.

Then, I was stopped by a teammate. He pointed to the opening of a locker and said, "Hurry up and change your game clothes!"

I'm still a little dazed, oh.

They all went out first, and now I am standing in front of the mirror and looking at myself after changing into the game uniform.

I have an inexplicable sense of familiarity and sadness of loss, a vague feeling that my memory is somehow related to the team uniform on my body.

The jersey is written in Barcelona English.

Walking out of the locker room, at the door, I saw a sports field with a football field in the middle, and there were not many spectators on the steps.

I looked at the surrounding environment, people, sitting on the bench, still lost in thought.

Why is my previous memory lost?Did something happen to me before?

Beep beep!The whistle to start the game brought my thoughts back to reality.

The weather is very mild, the climate at the turn of spring and summer, I think so.

Then, I looked at the group of boys playing football running on the field.

An inexplicable familiar enthusiasm filled my heart, I really want to play football at this time!

Watching them play football like chickens, I want to play cups even more.

It seems that I want to vent a certain emotion, and I don't know how to describe this emotion in words.

"Coach, they played back and forth, but it's not so easy to score goals. Can you let me play for a while?" I got up and came to the coach, and said truthfully, looking forward with anticipation.