Soaring Blue Eagle

They called him "the Chinaman." At the age of twenty-seven, he ruptured his Achilles tendon and came to the youth training camp in a small English second-tier town to earn a living. The kids looked at him like a joke. Especially the blond boy, whose eyes are like a young eagle guarding food: I won't let you squeeze me away. Yang Hui said nothing. He just squatted down and straightened the wings of the young eagles one by one. Ten years. Wembley Stadium, Champions League final. Opposite is Real Madrid. The blond boy wearing the captain's armband asked him: Boss, can you win? Yang Hui looked at the Colchester fans in the stands who had followed him since childhood and smiled. "Do you know why it's called Soaring Blue Eagle?" "Not because we can fly." "It's because we climbed up step by step from the bottom of the cliff."