It is destined that some people can only pick flowers from thorns, and their road to success will never be smooth. When roughness and collision become the main theme of midfield competition, there is always a guy who likes to use his feet on the lawn to tell others what the art of command is and what the sense of space on the court is. He walks on the green field in his own way. Fouls and collisions can block others' progress, but they cannot stop the blade-like pass from flashing at the front of your penalty area, and the ghostly pass can tear apart all obstacles. When you lower your head helplessly, you will understand. There is a kind of person who can never be conquered by rough fouls. He has the most fanatical persistence, insists on taking his own way, uses his feet to step out the most deadly football notes, and interprets the splendor on the green field. This is the story of a black-haired mixed-race boy who ventures into the world of football. . . He will have setbacks and confusion, but more often, he will stand up and tell everyone with his magical feet that he wants to win everything.
