I led the national football team to the World Cup8023
Chapter 1 Eight Thousand Years of Red
The evening breeze of the Mersey River in 2023 was smelling of rust and hit the bio-glass dome of Anfield Stadium hard. The holographic projection board held up by the fourth official flashed in the rain, and the light blue "+7" looked like the last second hand of the countdown - this was the end of stoppage time in the 37th round of the Premier League, and it was also the life-or-death moment of whether Liverpool could secure Champions League qualification.
Guo Tianyi knelt on the turf, and the bionic grass blades made of synthetic fibers stung his knees. The eighteen-year-old boy's fingertips traced the Liver Bird badge on the chest of the jersey. The red jersey made of nanomaterials had been soaked deep purple by the rain, and the fluorescent coating of "22" on the back flickered under the searchlight. The sound of the 50,000 fans in the stands was like a compressed shock wave, and the occasional roar in Chinese made his eardrums numb. They were the shouts of the ancestors who came from the immigrant area.
"Don't be dazed! Help defend the right wing!" Captain Van Dijk V's roar penetrated the rain curtain, and the Dutch central defender's mechanical prosthetic limb glowed coldly under the light, "They are going to hit from behind!"
Guo Tianyi suddenly raised his head, his sight penetrated the holographic tactical projection. The number "2-2" on the scoreboard was sore to the eyes. The visiting team Manchester City's forward was stepping on the water to accelerate, and Liverpool's left back had been left behind by the explosive power enhanced by genetic modification. The boy took a deep breath, and the artificial lungs in his chest hummed slightly. This was an overload warning for the tenth consecutive start, but he couldn't stop.
The memory projection of my grandfather before his death automatically pops up in my mind: on a yellowed paper photo album, Korea and Japan in 2002
