The Face-Slapping Forward [Football]

Coming soon: Sweet-Winged Forward. See my profile. Currently revising the story, dozens of chapters a day. Fans call Fien-Reinhardt the world’s best defensive midfielder. He’s also considered one of the finest all-around midfielders by countless legendary coaches. The day after winning the World Cup, he opens his eyes and finds that he’s still Fien-Reinhardt, but now he’s a striker on Real Madrid’s reserve team, about to exceed the team’s age limit and lose his job. Fien: “???” He’s a little stunned to find himself in a hell-mode scenario. At the time, Real Madrid are short on forwards, so head coach Zinedine Zidane temporarily promotes him to the first team to fill a spot. Fien hasn’t even adjusted to his new role before he’s named in the starting lineup. He’s playing the very next day. And it’s the hugely important El Clasico! Before kickoff: Media: “A strange name has slipped into Real Madrid’s starting lineup.” Former star: “If he hasn’t made the first team by this age, it can only mean he’s not good enough.” Fans: “I have a bad feeling about this. Here comes another disaster.” “...” Fien: “???” You’re this scared just because I’m playing Barcelona? The male lead is 195 centimeters tall, with blond hair and blue eyes. Cool and abstinent, he plays a tough game with an iron will. He’s secretly a flirt (?), charming the whole team without realizing it, and a goal-scoring machine with no feelings. Reader’s guide: 1. A cool, tough, straight-as-an-arrow fan favorite. Pairing: Little Rocket. 2. An alternate-universe story based on The Soul of a Leader. The story stands on its own, and the pairing has no connection to the plot (important!). 3. A passionate sports story focused mainly on matches and capitalist bromance. 4. Lots of original details, with major differences from real life, especially when it comes to championship and individual award winners (bold, bold, bold). 5. This is an amateur, fictional fanfic, not a documentary or an information-packed account. There aren’t many golden fingers, so even non-fans can enjoy it. 6. Please don’t try to identify the real-life inspirations. Related comments will be deleted. Coming soon: Sweet-Winged Forward Starts May 23. At the age of four, in front of tens of thousands of fans, a little blond boy stole the ball, dribbled, beat his opponents, and scored in one seamless move, sending the whole stadium into a frenzy. After the game, the media praised him: “He’s inherited his father’s football genes perfectly.” Fans shouted excitedly: “In twenty years, he’ll be Arsenal’s midfield centerpiece.” Wenger: “Come on, you’re an Arsenal boy!” Van Basten: “Ajax’s doors will always be open to you!” Cruyff: “You’re the hope of the future of Dutch football!” For Dean, carrying the name Bergkamp is both an honor and a burden. From childhood, people had high hopes for him. He was adored by countless fans, only to be cast aside by the team he loved most. From the moment he started his career, he was destined to break records. At 16, he made his Champions League debut. At 17, he joined the first team. At 18, he won the Golden Boot. At 19, he became the world’s most expensive player... He’s always controversial, but he knows how to silence his critics in the most spectacular way. On the pitch, he’s as fast as a supercar, leaving his opponents dreaming of being pushed back into their seats. He storms into the penalty area alone, as if no one else is there. Off the pitch, he’s sweet-faced, bright-eyed, clingy and adorable, and climbs trees. He’s as intoxicating as sweet wine. He’s the beloved youngest son of the Ice Prince, raised under the protection of countless football legends and treasured by his coaches and teammates. To millions of fans, he’s the tulip boy they adore. He shoulders the mission of leading the Oranje to glory, and joins his teammates in building a legacy for Dutch football. Off the pitch, the male lead is soft and sweet, a total sweetheart. On the pitch, he’s a fierce little firecracker. He’s the team’s darling and a fan favorite. The story follows him from age four to the grand slam. Childhood comes first, then growth, and finally domination. It’s a classic coming-of-age power fantasy. The male lead has no golden finger, only an unbreakable will and a determination to win. Set in a parallel universe, written purely for love. It’s all made up and has nothing to do with reality. Whoever my boy likes is his pairing. I never place bets on pairings; I just tend to wait until later in the story to decide. Theme: Never give up.