A few months ago, because it was said that the comic adaptation of "Do You Care When I Play Football" was hopeful, I turned out "Do You Care When I Play Football" and re-watched it, and found that my writing and thinking at that time were quite naïve, and the level of writing and story structure were not very good.

So I sighed to my friends in the group and said that I wanted to retake "Do You Care When I Play Football", and if I redo it, it will definitely be better than now.

But my friends all said don't toss, you might as well write a new book if you have that effort. And most importantly...... How can you, now at the age of thirty-three, still have the state of mind you had when you were twenty-one when you wrote about those teenagers?

I was shocked -- what? Am I thirty-three? Am I not twenty-six?

All right...... Maybe it's not going to work, I'm writing from home full-time, but I'm not very sensitive to dates, and I'm even less sensitive to my age.

Thinking about it this way, the self at the age of 21 and the current self have indeed changed a lot.

And Zhang Jun and Yang Pan are the same age as me. I've been conceiving their stories since I was in high school, and I didn't write them until I was in college. Basically, my views on football, love, friendship, and family at that time were Zhang Jun's views on the world.

Many things, when I was twenty-one and thirty-three years old, were different, and my thoughts would naturally be different.

But I still feel that there is always something that will not change and will not disappear.

If you don't find it, it's just instinct to hide.

Such as dreams and blood.

It is often said that young and frivolous, young people are always full of edges and corners, and even hedgehogs with thorns all over their bodies, and it is easy to stab many people and make many mistakes.

When you enter the society, you will be slowly smoothed out by the years and life. Then people become pebbles. It can be mixed with cement, fully mixed, poured into a steel frame, cast into a wall, or paved into a road, and every day there are cars running over it, and in the daily wheel footsteps crushing and friction, a little bit is ground into powder, floating in the air, and just like that, this life is ended, and nothing is left.

The stone that can be carved into a statue to stand prominently in the city always belongs to the lucky few.

Actually, yes, that's the reality.

But that's why this reality needs so many novels, comics, movies, music, games...... to fill our lives.

Because each of us, young and old, needs a space to dream.

Put on your headphones and listen to a song that brings tears to your eyes.

Hold popcorn, sit in the movie theater, and watch a movie with laughter.

Pick up the mouse, sit in front of the computer, and manipulate the character in purple and orange behind the screen to challenge monsters that you will never encounter in reality.

Holding a mobile phone, reading those words of a thousand words and cents, in the world woven by words, I fantasize about being a big hero who stands up to the sky, rather than an ordinary person who sits on the subway bus and is tired.

Why do we cry and get excited about those fictional stories and characters?

Because that's a reflection of our childhood dreams.

In the summer, a "Journey to the West: The Return of the Great Sage" staged a realistic version of "** Silk Counterattack", and the box office became popular all the way under the low film schedule.

"Monkey King" is a hero male god for many boys and girls when they were young?

When we were children, many of us probably had dreams of slaying demons with golden hoops and sticks, right?

It's just that when I grew up, I found that what came out of my ears was not a golden hoop stick, only earwax. The demons and monsters in life can't be provoked. Because the vast majority of us are ordinary people, we don't have power in our hands, and we don't have special functions.

So gradually, we no longer remember the promises and dreams we made when we were children.

We care more about cars, houses, and tickets.

Are we losing our childhood dreams?

No.

On the contrary, we cherish it more, take care of it carefully, and try not to let the mediocrities of worldly life disturb it.

It's so precious, and yet so fragile.

Lying quietly under the calluses of life is a pure heart.

Therefore, when we hear the lyrics "Run forward, meet the cold eyes and ridicule! How can we feel the vastness of life without suffering! Fate cannot make us kneel and beg for mercy, even if the blood is sprinkled all over the ......".

So when we see the Monkey King lava casting armor on the screen, turning flames into cloaks, and taking out the golden hoop stick from his ears, we will collectively **: "Ahh

Because it's the heart of a child beating deep inside us!

It resonates with those who pursue their dreams, and makes us willing to applaud and cheer them on, hoping from the bottom of our hearts that they will succeed and do for us what we have not done and are unable to accomplish.

I've been writing football novels for thirteen years, and the same is true for me.

In reality, I didn't have much athletic talent since I was a child, I couldn't run fast or jump high, and I wore a pair of glasses, so I could only stand in front of the goal and be a goalkeeper that no one wanted to be. I know I'm never going to be a professional star in my lifetime, but that doesn't stop me from fantasizing about being a star myself, dribbling the ball on the pitch and hitting the world's waves...... Robinho's cycling was a feint, and I was literally riding my bike through traffic after school, mimicking myself past one defender after another......

Since I can't do it in reality, then I will write it down in words, so there are "Do You Care When I Play Football", "We Are the Champions", "The Godfather of the Champion", "Natural Wastewood", "Legend of the Champion", "The Hero of the Forbidden Zone", "The Winner is King", "The Light of the Champion".

In the same way, there is also the current "Heart of the Champion".

I'm not going to shout how good this book is, I'm not going to tell you how painful and slow I wrote it, I won't tell you how much I love the story and the boys.

If you say no, you don't!

But I seriously invite you to take a look at this story, to see the story of Zhou Yi and his friends chasing their dreams together, and to see how they pursue the dreams that we can't realize in reality.

Yes, I will be thirty-three years old on the 29th of this month (actually the 30th), and I can't have the state of mind I had when I was twenty-one - I even have a wife and children, and it is really not easy to get into secondary school again......

But I think there are some things that don't change whether I'm thirty-three or twenty-one.

That is the dream of football, which has never been erased by life and the cruel reality of Chinese football.

When I was twenty-one years old, I imagined the story of a group of teenagers whose lives were changed by football.

When I was thirty-three years old, I fantasized about another group of teenagers.

They have the heart of a champion, but also the heart of a child, the heart of a dream.

Lin Hai listened to the waves

2015.10.17 in Chengdu

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PS,A chapter prologue will be updated at 0:00 on the 18th.,It's the chapter that was released yesterday on the public platform at the starting point.,Although many people have seen it.,But I believe there are still more people who shouldn't have seen it.。

On the first day of the book, it was naturally impossible to pick the door so hard. Three watches on the eighteenth!

In addition to this prologue, there are two more chapters.

The update times were 8 a.m. and 6 p.m. on the 18th.

In the future, unless otherwise specified, the update time will be in these two time periods.