Chapter 1047 Reasons For Liking Football
Added 2025-10-24 11:08:50 +0000 UTCAccompanied by cheers and applause, Su Luo and his teammates finally managed to squeeze through the crowd of fans and return to the Dortmund training base.
They found a quiet corner and sat down to rest.
“Su Luo, there’s something we’d like to ask you,” Robert said.
Su Luo looked up at Robert and Hagen, smiled, and nodded. “What is it?”
Robert hesitated for a moment before speaking. “It’s about your childhood… and your football background.”
Hagen added, “We’re really curious—and honestly, impressed. You’ve become the core of this team and shown incredible talent. We’d love to hear about your past.”
Su Luo fell silent for a moment, then sighed. “Actually, my childhood wasn’t very pleasant.”
Robert and Hagen exchanged glances, their curiosity deepening.
“I come from a poor and remote village in southern Guangdong,” Su Luo began. He took a sip of water before continuing. “The living conditions there were rough. We didn’t even have electricity at home. But even back then, I fell in love with football.”
He paused, his expression softening as he recalled those distant days — a small village surrounded by rice fields and rusted rooftops, the backdrop of his warm yet lonely childhood.
“Since there was no TV,” Su Luo continued, “I used to go to the only basketball court in the village to watch other kids play football.”
Robert and Hagen listened intently.
“I always hid on the sidelines, just staring at them, wishing I could join,” Su Luo said, his eyes glimmering with emotion. “One day, a ball accidentally rolled to my feet. I picked it up… and at that moment, it felt like my whole world lit up.”
“From that day on, I started practicing football on my own. Every morning, I’d wake up early and run on the wet ground to train my speed and endurance. On rainy days, even when my clothes were soaked through, I never felt cold — I just wanted to play.”
He took another deep breath. “Over time, I realized that I might actually have a bit of talent for football.”
Robert asked in surprise, “Then how did you develop such amazing skills?”
Su Luo smiled, a trace of pride flickering in his eyes. “When I was a kid, I didn’t have any fancy equipment. Everything came from hard work and determination. I built goals out of wood, used old, worn-out footballs, and practiced every day — shooting, dribbling, passing — over and over again.”
“I watched match recordings whenever I could find them and studied the techniques of professional players,” he added. “There weren’t any good coaches in my village back then. But maybe that was what made every bit of progress so meaningful. Every small improvement brought me one step closer to my dream.”
Robert and Hagen listened in silence, admiration written all over their faces.
Later, Su Luo and Robert left the training base and walked toward the central square of Dortmund.
The square was bustling — filled with people, lined with vendor stalls, and alive with energy. Hundreds of fans had gathered around a massive outdoor screen playing highlights of the match.
Su Luo didn’t realize that he had once again become the center of attention.
As he walked, he admired the vibrant city atmosphere — until a sudden burst of applause broke out.
He looked up. Many people were pointing in his direction, whispering among themselves.
Su Luo felt a strange flutter in his chest — a mix of pride, unease, and uncertainty.
As the team’s leader and star player, he was used to the cheers and the spotlight.
But this time… the looks in their eyes carried something different — a hint of mockery or schadenfreude.
Robert stood silently beside him, not showing any sign of discomfort, quietly observing everything that unfolded.
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