On the Day of Expulsion, the World Cup Came

I, Lin Yuan, a football genius and the son of a sinner. Twenty years ago, my dad missed a must-score penalty kick in the World Cup, and the whole country screamed. Twenty years later, I couldn't even pass the amateur league trial - no club dared to ask for the son of a "disaster star". System? Goldfinger? Doesn't exist. What I have is just a group of "waste products" who have also been eliminated: a savage winger who was trained by chasing sheep on the plateau, a "cripple" who is 1.72 Meters tall but has to play as a center back, a keyboard warrior who scolded the national football team on the Internet and gained millions of fans, and a girl who is better than all goalkeepers in the men's football team but is blocked from the field by the rules. From the muddy ground of the amateur league, he fought his way through the Chinese Championship, Chinese Second Division, and Chinese First Division, and then entered the national team and the World Cup. In the last minute of the final, the score was 2:2. I was standing in the corner, opposite the defending champion. At that moment, there was only one thing in my mind - what my dad said, falling leaves. That kick he missed back then, I came in for it. "This champion has owed China twenty years. Today, he pays it back."