A few months ago, because it was said that the adaptation of the comic "Do you care about me playing football" had hope, so I dug out and read "Do you care about me playing football" again, and found that my writing style and thoughts at that time were quite naive, my writing level and story structure were not very good.

So I sighed to my friends in the group and said that I wanted to revisit "Do you care about playing football?", and if it is revisited, it will definitely be better than now.

But my friends say don't bother. It's better to write a new book than if you have the skill. The most important thing is... How could you, who are thirty-three years old, still have the same state of mind when you are twenty-one?

I was shocked - what? Am I thirty-three years old? Am I only twenty-six years old?

OK... Maybe it's because I don't go to work and write full-time at home. I'm not very sensitive to dates and even less sensitive to my age.

Thinking of this, I have changed a lot when I was twenty-one and now I have changed.

Zhang Jun and Yang Pan are the same age as me. I began to conceive their stories since I was in high school and wrote them out in college. Basically, my views on football, love, friendship, and family were Zhang Jun and others about the world.

Many things are different when they are twenty-one and thirty-three, and their ideas will naturally be different.

But I still feel that there are always some things that will not change or disappear.

If you feel that you can't find it, it's actually just instinct to hide it.

Such as dreams and passion.

People often say that young people are always full of edges and corners, and even hedgehogs with thorns all over their bodies can easily hurt many people and make many mistakes.

Once you enter society, you will be slowly smoothed by time and life. Then people will become pebbles. They can be mixed with cement, stirred thoroughly, poured into steel frames, cast into walls, or paved into roads. Every day, cars come and go, and every day, and during the daily wheels, they are ground into powder and drifted in the air, and end their lives, and nothing remains.

The stones that can be carved into statues and stand in a conspicuous place in the city are always among the very few lucky people.

Actually, that's true, this is reality.

But because of this, this reality requires so many novels, comics, movies, music, games... to fill our lives.

Because each of us, both men, women, young and old, needs to have a space to dream.

Put on your headphones and listen to a song that makes you cry.

Holding popcorn, sitting in the cinema, watching a movie where you laugh and fall together.

Pick up the mouse, sit in front of the computer, and control the character in purple and orange clothes behind the screen to challenge monsters that he will never encounter in reality.

Holding your phone, reading the words that cost a few cents, in the world woven by words, fantasizing about being a hero who stands tall and upright, not an ordinary person who is tired of running around on the subway and bus.

Why do we cry and be excited about those virtual stories and characters?

Because that is a reflection of our dreams when we were young.

During the summer, a movie "Journey to the West: The Return of the Great Sage" staged a realistic version of the "**Silk Counterattack", which was popular all the way when the filming was not high.

How many heroic gods did "The Monkey King Sun Wukong" be the heroic gods of boys and girls when they were young?

Many of us probably dreamed of killing demons when we were young, right?

But when we grew up, we found that what we took out from our ears was not a golden cudgel, only earwax. The demons and monsters in life could not afford to offend us. Because most of us are ordinary people, we do not have the power in our hands and do not have special abilities.

So gradually, we no longer remember the promises and dreams we made when we were young.

What we care more about is cars, houses, and money.

Did we lose our childhood dreams?

No.

On the contrary, we cherish it more and take care of it carefully, and try not to disturb the mediocre people in secular life.

It is so precious and so fragile.

Living quietly under the shell of life's calluses is a innocent heart.

So when we hear the lyrics of "Run forward, face cold eyes and ridicule! How can we feel when we have no hardships in life! Fate cannot make us kneel down and beg for mercy, even if blood is spilled in our arms...", the lyrics will wet our eyes.

So when we see the Monkey King casting armor on the screen, turning flames into cloaks, and taking out the golden cudgel from his ears, we will climax collectively: "Ahhhhhhhhhh! Great Sage! I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"

Because this is the innocent heart that is beating deep in our hearts!

It resonates with those who pursue their dreams, making us willing to applaud and cheer for them, and hope from the bottom of our hearts that they can succeed and do things that we have not completed and cannot accomplish for us.

I have written football novels for thirteen years.

In reality, I have no athletic talent since I was a child. I can't run fast and jump high. I wear glasses and can only stand in front of the goal and be a goalkeeper that no one wants to be. I know that I will never be a professional star in my life, but this does not prevent me from fantasizing that I am a star, dribbling the ball on the green field, shooting into the world wave, killing all sides... Robinho's bicycle is a fake move. I really rode a bicycle in the traffic when I was in school, imitating myself and passing one defensive player after another...

Since I can't do it in reality, I will write it down in words, so I have "Do you care about playing football", "We Are Champions", "Champion Godfather", "Born of Waste", "Champion Legend", "The Hero of the Forbidden Zone", "The Winner is King", and "The Light of the Champions".

Similarly, I also have the current book "Champion Heart".

I will not shout about how many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many

I said it, it’s no!

But I seriously invite you to take a look at this story, take a look at the stories of Zhou Yi and his friends pursuing their dreams together, and see how they pursue their dreams that we cannot realize in reality step by step.

Yes, on the 29th of this month (actually 30th) I will be thirty-three years old. I can no longer have the mood I was when I was twenty-one. I even have my wife and children. It is really not easy to win another one...

But I think there are things that will not change whether I am thirty-three or twenty-one.

That is the dream of football, which has never been erased by life and the cruel reality of Chinese football.

When I was twenty-one, I imagined a story about a group of teenagers who changed their lives because of football.

When I was thirty-three, I imagined another group of teenagers’ football stories.

They have the heart of a champion, the heart of a child, and the heart of dreams.

Lin Haiting Tao

2015.10.17 in Chengdu

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PS, the prelude will be updated at midnight on the 18th, which is the chapter that I gave a sneak peek on Qidian’s public platform yesterday. Although many people have seen it, I believe there are still more people who should not have seen it.

On the first day of opening a book, it is naturally impossible to be so stingy. The third update of the 18th!

In addition to this chapter, there are two more chapters.

The update time is 8:00 am and 6:00 pm on the 18th.
Chapter completed!