Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

The following afternoon.

Genoa, Quarto district.

This place is by the sea; the streets aren't wide, but they are clean and tidy.

Blue and white graffiti can be seen everywhere on the walls.

Scarves and flags were hanging on the windowsill.

There are also team logo stickers from the previous season.

Most people here support Sampdoria.

Deep in the neighborhood.

A quiet courtyard.

The sign at the entrance reads:

"Casa Luce del Mare" (Blue Ocean Light Children's Home)

The courtyard is not big.

But it was tidied up very carefully.

In the center is a small square.

It is paved with light-colored stone bricks.

Several olive trees were planted nearby.

The shadows of the trees were dappled.

The sound of waves could be faintly heard in the distance.

This place is much livelier than usual today.

Because it was Sampdoria's charity day.

The players arrived one after another.

in the crowd.

Lin Qi and Bruno Fernandes walked side by side.

The two walked slowly.

"You usually..."

B asked casually.

Do you read books when you're not training?

Lin Qi nodded.

"meeting."

talking.

He took a small booklet out of his coat pocket.

It's not very big.

It's like a book you can carry around with you.

The cover title is very eye-catching:

Balotelli teaches you to focus: A career guide to avoiding distractions.

B glanced at it.

His expression became slightly subtle for a moment.

Lin Qi opened it.

He pointed to the title page.

The text above reads:

"When you're facing a one-on-one situation, don't contemplate life."

The air was quiet for a second.

B.Fee's lips twitched.

"That's... pretty direct."

Lin Qi nodded.

Very serious.

"Very useful."

"Especially when you're about to score."

B. Fei was silent for a moment.

Then he nodded.

"Um."

"That's actually true."

"Attacking players like us."

"When faced with an opportunity."

"We must remain calm."

"We can't waste it."

He said this.

His tone also became serious.

"Some balls, you miss them once."

"The game might be over."

Lin Qi hummed in agreement.

The two continued walking forward.

Not far away.

The gates of the welfare home slowly opened.

Nap time is over.

A group of children came out one after another.

First came curiosity.

Then someone recognized him.

"It's a player!"

"Sampdoria's!"

next second.

His emotions exploded.

"They're here!!!"

"It's really here!!!"

The footsteps suddenly became disordered.

The children started rushing forward.

the other side.

Muriel had already picked up the megaphone.

"Slow down—!"

"Don't push—!"

"Queue up—queue up—!"

Be loving and safe!

The sound was very loud.

But it was almost useless.

The children were completely out of control.

excited.

scream.

run.

Like a small torrent.

They quickly surrounded the players.

Lin Qi hadn't even reacted yet.

My surroundings were already crowded with small figures.

Someone pulled his jersey.

Some people were looking up at him.

Some people even shouted directly:

"Are you the older brother who scored three goals?!"

Lin Qi was taken aback.

Then he nodded.

next second.

The sound became even louder.

"It's him!!!"

"It's him!!!"

The crowd was completely out of control.

B-Fee was pushed back a step by the crowd.

Can't help but laugh.

"Welcome to..."

"The real home ground."

Lin Qi stood in the middle.

For the first time, I felt a sense of being surrounded that was completely different from what I experienced on the court.

There was no confrontation.

There were no tactics.

Pure passion.

The courtyard quickly became lively.

The players were divided into several groups.

They started distributing things to the children.

bag.

Stationery.

There were also bags of small snacks.

"Line up, one at a time."

There are people maintaining order.

"Thank you, brother!"

"I want this too!"

The sounds rose and fell.

B squatted down and handed a box of colorful candies to a little girl.

"You can eat sugar."

He said with a smile.

"But not too much."

"otherwise……"

He pointed to his teeth.

"That's how it will be."

The little girl paused for a moment.

Quickly cover your mouth.

A burst of laughter came from the side.

the other side.

Lin Qi was also surrounded.

He was distributing things.

He was a little lost in thought.

He really didn't expect it.

I've only played two games.

These children.

I could recognize him at a glance.

Even that look in his eyes.

It's not a simple understanding.

It is liking.

It is worship.

football.

It's really strange.

Language barrier.

Different cultures.

But as long as the ball goes in.

Everything is now clear.

Just then.

A little boy managed to squeeze through the crowd.

Her face was a little red, and she was still catching her breath.

But she still looked up at Lin Qi.

"Brother, could you... could you..."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was very earnest.

"Help Sampdoria win a championship?"

There was a moment of silence.

The little boy continued.

"Dad said..."

"We haven't won a championship in over 20 years."

"The last time we won the league title was in 1991."

"Mancini was on the team back then."

"We won the cup in 1994."

When he said these things.

His tone was as if he were reciting something very important.

Then look up.

Their eyes are very bright.

"May I?"

This moment.

Lin Qi did not answer immediately.

He was stunned.

In my mind.

There was a sudden moment of emptiness.

Then some things slowly surfaced.

What was he thinking about during this time?

draw card.

ability.

growing up.

How to become stronger.

But he never seriously considered what he wanted to do for the team.

And now.

Answer.

A child asked it out.

He looked up.

I looked around.

This small courtyard.

These children.

And those blue and white signs in the distance.

This team took him in when he was nobody.

Give him a chance.

Trust him.

Let him play.

Let him do as he pleases.

teammate.

There are no barriers.

Even veterans.

Young people too.

The atmosphere was clean.

Like a real team.

He suddenly realized something.

Increasing the light intensity is not enough.

We need to win.

And we must win together.

Thinking about this...

He smiled.

Then squat down.

Look at that little boy.

"rest assured."

"We won't leave the club's trophy room empty for too long."

He paused for a moment.

"anyway."

"I will bring a championship back with every one of them."

this sentence.

Fall.

The little boy paused for a second.

Then he jumped up.

"real?!"

"real!!!"

He turned around and shouted.

He said he would win the championship!!!

next second.

The entire courtyard.

It was as if it had been set on fire.

cheer.

applause.

laughter.

It all exploded.

The players were also taken aback for a moment.

Then one by one they began to applaud.

Bruno Fernandes stood to the side.

Looking at Lin Qi.

He nodded slightly.

Not far away.

The reporters have completely gone mad.

The camera shutter clicked so frequently it sounded like raindrops.

All the cameras were pointed at this scene.

Someone was taking pictures.

He repeated it in a low voice.

"Win the championship...win the championship..."

And several journalists from China.

It reacts faster.

Someone was already squatting to the side.

Simply turn on the computer.

Some people have even already made the calls.

"We have the materials."

"We've got the bombshell."

"Send it immediately!"

And further away.

A man wearing a hat.

He remained standing outside the crowd.

He didn't speak.

He just stared at Lin Qi.

Then I took out my phone.

I sent a message.

The content is very simple:

"The documentary can be started now."

title.

It's already written.

The Year of Lin

And what just happened...

That child.

That promise.

It will be the beginning of the whole story.