When I was 17 years old, I became the brightest star in football.
>Moments before the penalty shootout in the Champions League final, sirens tore through the pitch.
>The chairman of the wealthy family put handcuffs on me with his own hands: "You are suspected of rape."
>Ten years in prison, I went from being a genius to prisoner number 9527.
>After I was released from prison, the amateur team I coached reached the FA Cup.
>The results of the draw are announced—the opponent is the wealthy club that buried me back then.
>In the locker room, the teenagers were trembling with nervousness.
>I slowly rolled up my sleeves, revealing the serial number mark left in prison.
>"Children, I will teach you the last lesson today——"
>"How to use football to nail your enemies to the pillar of shame."
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