His name is Lin Feng, an 18-year-old Chinese-English mixed-race native of Hammersmith, London.
His father, Lin Jianhua, was once a talented midfielder for the domestic provincial team and is now the greasy Chinese chef at the "Lin Family Restaurant"; his mother, Helen, is a former British junior tennis player and is now the "iron-fisted CFO" in charge of the family's money and discipline. A family of five huddled upstairs in a Chinese restaurant, subsisting on dumplings, fish and chips.
Lin Feng's life was supposed to be: delivering food, cooking, and inheriting restaurants - until late that night, he found a yellowed tactical notebook in his father's dusty box.
The last page reads: "To my future child."
[The bloodline awakening system is activated.
From then on, two souls lived in his body: his father's [Eastern Eyes] - the elusive passing vision that sees the entire field; his mother's [Western Body] - the physical core of explosive strength and iron will.
The real power is not in the data panel, but in——
The man who said "football is useless" but secretly drove behind him at four in the morning;
The woman who chased him with a tennis racket to practice physical fitness and had the loudest voice in every game;
The straight man from science and engineering who uses Excel tables to analyze opponents and uses physical principles to deconstruct free kicks;
The vicious-tongued second sister who scolded him as "stinking of sweat" and helped him tear up Internet trolls;
The 10-year-old girl who draws lucky charms and calls herself "Koi Physique."
This is not a football story of one person, but of a family.
