I, Yang Xiaoguang, have three identities.
First, the “lost genius” in the eyes of the European media. I vanished after a single match and became a football legend.
Second, the “nepotism hire” in the eyes of my Fujian teammates. I couldn’t even control a pass without sending it three meters away, and I nearly got kicked out.
Third, my secret identity: the “ace” secretly trained by Sir Alex Ferguson, a monster he called “capable of changing Chinese football.”
I returned to China only to fulfill my father’s dying wish and enjoy playing football.
But they just had to push me.
Teammate Zhao Hai: “You call yourself a striker with skills like that? Get off the field!”
I smiled, then set him up with a tap-in on a plate.
He clung to me and cried, “Brother! I was wrong! You’re my real brother!”
Top Chinese Super League club manager Li Xiao: “I’ll teach him a lesson myself and show him what professional football is.”
I smiled, then asked the reporter before the match, “Are they… really that good?”
The whole internet exploded. They called me arrogant and delusional, and said China’s national team defender Feng Xiao would tackle me so hard I’d never manage on my own again.
They had no idea.
What my father told me to hide wasn’t my talent.
It was the beast.
Now the cage is open.
