Call Me the GOAT When I Play Football

Who taught you that not writing about the national football team means you're unpatriotic? Can't you use some logic? 1. First of all, when did writing about the national football team become linked to whether or not you want the country to prosper? How come if the protagonist in a novel joins the national team and wreaks havoc, does the national team suddenly become prosperous?

After reading eight chapters, to be honest, the football section has a rather unusual person in it. 🤓

The football part was well-written. The description of the bound feet outside the stadium was... Well, let's just say it was a bit tedious. I've lost count of how many times the author described Claire's perfume, expression, and eyes. That interview segment was like watching someone awkwardly dance in the rain.

This kind of trashy writer should have a blacklist system on Qidian.com. Even if they switch accounts and continue writing, it should indicate how many books they've abandoned.

I haven't read a sports novel in a long time, and this one is a rare find. It has a slightly artsy feel to it, and overall it's very good. It's not all about sports; it mixes in some life, emotions, and business, and it doesn't stray from the main theme. That's great. Keep up the good work and maintain this style!

The beginning was well-written, but after it was released, a whole bunch of non-main-character matches were described in great detail and at length. I came here to follow the main characters, not to pay to watch text-based replays and commentary.

Not a striker turned attacking midfielder? Which top striker didn't hold their position firmly in their youth? What kind of absurd move is this? Ronaldo moved from winger to left winger, Bale from midfield to striker, and now the main player is placed in the attacking midfield position? Isn't that a complete waste? Can Mourinho's team-building strategy really be this bad?

Don't subscribe to the latest final match. It's a long, rambling mess. The protagonist is down 0-1, then fails to score, and gets constantly attacked. In reality, a team that's behind would have collapsed long ago. You're talking about a last-minute comeback? I don't know what's so exciting about it.

Too much flowery language is piled up in useless places; the descriptions of the supporting characters' inner shock and meaningless situations are always overused with exaggerated metaphors to cover up the author's lack of writing skill. It's poisonous and cloying.

The author must be a football fan too. One thing is for sure, hype is fine, but crowning him king is rather clownish. His current achievements only qualify him as the King of Morocco…