Li Yuan is sixteen years old. He lives in a tin shack and makes a living by digging through trash cans. He doesn't even have a pair of decent shoes.
The first time he encountered real football was at a gambling game in the scrap yard.
He took an overhead kick that day. The moment he took off, a line flashed through his mind. The path the ball should take was as clear as if someone had drawn it in advance.
The scout said: "You are not someone who can play football, you are someone who can read the court."
From the scrap yard to the youth training camp, from the Chinese League to the Seven Nations Cup final.
They say there is no hope for Chinese football.
Then he becomes hope.
