This is a picaresque story.
He opened his eyes in the thick smoke falling from the Twin Towers.
With no money and no memory, he relied on his body memory to avoid the falling steel bars. He picked up a plane ticket and a passport from the rubble. The owner of the passport was Hyman Aloja.
This is where he begins his life.
He has no worries. An old man introduced him to the court, and he walked all the way to the dark side.
"Hyman is a person whose face you cannot see clearly," Ferguson commented. "You can't tell where he comes from from his conversation, appearance, and habits. He is like a heroic spirit that jumped out of a football and wandered on the court. But every time he appears, it means victory."
He doesn't like to talk, and his limited words are like the chips peeled off the top of an iceberg.
"If Heyman and Boss are both hair dryers," said a heartthrob who did not want to be named, "Boss blows hot air, and Heyman blows the Siberian cold wind, making people feel like they are falling into the deep sea.
But you will be more motivated than ever before, wanting to struggle ashore and reach the top of the wave. He is the leader. "
He didn't care about anything except the adrenaline aroused by the sudden change of score on the court.
"The best coach of this year and the youngest winner - Hyman Aloja!"
"Heyman, he led his team to unprecedented success! Undefeated Triple Crown!"
"The man I most want to spend the night with, Heyman! He beat second place by more than 10,000 votes, which is really jealous!"
When someone asked him: If you could start your life over again and you had the chance to leave a message for yourself before you lost your memory, what would you say?
He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then replied calmly: "Glory is not worth mentioning." It was because of the process that his soul was forged.
He is Hyman Aloja.
A wanderer who stole his identity evolved into a legendary coach who carved an eternal mark in the history of world football.
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Intention: Never give up
