On a rainy night at the Jiangcheng field court, the water was up to the ankles.
A thin boy wearing repaired sneakers kicked a "leaf ball" in the mud that defied common sense in physics. At that moment, it was as if even gravity bowed to him.
Lin Mo, an orphan who was rejected by the professional echelon because of his "thin body", has an "Eagle Eye" that even God dare not look into.
Focus in the stillness, calm in the hustle and bustle.
While others were still thinking about passing routes, he had already seen the winning opening ten seconds later.
From the basement of the Second Division to the cold wind of Lisbon; from a rookie who was knocked away by a strong European man to the winner of the Ballon d'Or at the Santiago Bernabeu Stadium.
There is no system to add points, no unlucky luck, just the boredom of playing football against the wall day after day, and those legs that never stop running.
"They say Chinese football has no future?"
Lin Mo wiped the rain off his face, his eyes as sharp as blades.
"Then I will be the arc that cuts through the night."
This is a story about a silent boy who measures the world with his feet and carves his name on the top of the greenery.
