"Mr. Hulay, in today's football, there is more and more room for a striker like you to score goals...... But despite this, you have achieved a dazzling achievement, what is the secret of your success? On a winter afternoon, Hulay presented his newly honored honor to journalists from all over the world when he was asked this question. In the face of the reporters' gazes, Hulay's thoughts returned to that afternoon in middle school, when he stood alone on the side of the court and watched the other classmates play, and they wouldn't let him play, thinking he was here to make trouble. He also thought of what the coach said to him with a straight face: "Hulai, if you can't put in ten times the effort of others, your talent is just a worthless stone." And a disdainful voice: "Modern football is becoming more and more demanding of a center forward, more and more comprehensive, what's the use of you only shooting?" At last his thoughts froze, and night was already looming in the eastern sky, and in the middle of the abandoned clearing overgrown with weeds around him, a girl said to him very seriously: "Hulai, you are actually gifted, and you are very talented!" Because you know where the goal is! Hulay stared into the girl's eyes and saw the sunset behind her from those eyes. The sunlight reflected in the pupils, flowing, burning, condensing into a halo, as if it wanted to melt itself into this light. Retracting his thoughts, Hulai returned to this warm winter afternoon, and smiled at the enthusiastic reporters: "Because I know that the goal is there." ”