We seem to have some misunderstanding about Luca.

In fact, it is inevitable that there will be misunderstandings between people. During the summer vacation, I repeatedly thought about why I was chosen as the captain. This is probably a misunderstanding. When he was in elementary school, the captain Wu Wenda was a person who didn't talk much but did things reliably - both on and off the field. Maybe that's what my coach and teammates think of me? However, I remember very well that after the fifth grade, Senior Wenda made it clear that he would hand over the captain's armband to Xianxian, and no one had any opinion. In my mind, the one who can be the captain has to be the strongest person in the team. String String goal assists are not only the initiator of the team's attack, but also often the executor of the fatal blow. At the critical moment, even if everyone is at a loss, it seems that there is no need to worry too much - he will always be a hero who stands up to turn the tide and create miracles. We're used to trusting him. What's even more commendable is that he never seems to have received a yellow card. Whether it is the skill or the game, he is a role model for the whole team. And I, regardless of the bad things I did off the field, I have suffered an "indefinite ban" ticket on the field.

I may not be as stable as everyone thinks, but they just voted for me because they had a good relationship with me. A "tough guy" like Mu Zheng is the best choice for the captain. On the day of recruitment, Mu Zheng didn't come, maybe he was not satisfied with the voting results. He does have the right to be dissatisfied, but I don't seem willing to give him back the captaincy directly. The feeling of being trusted haunted me, and I was reluctant to let it go. My parents didn't have any requirements for me, and I didn't have any goals or plans for myself. When the armband hit me on the shoulder, I probably wanted to take some responsibility from the bottom of my heart. It's not too heavy, just keep yourself on the pitch and in the dressing room, it won't affect other people's lives much, and it won't make me make such a big mistake again. That's probably what I want, a little bit of responsibility.

If I had known that I had thought so, they wouldn't have chosen me as captain.

Before the first race at the end of September, we trained in two club classes. At that time, people didn't seem to realize their misunderstanding of Luca. The September sun still carries a little summer heat, but it is fresh, with the expectation and longing of the new semester, blowing through the green field with the wind, illuminating everyone comfortably. Everything was new, I got a new jersey, new gloves, a new number and brand new boots that my mom and dad gave me. I can pick the numbers I want. The first choice, I'm the captain. Finally, when the day came, I changed the jersey number to the number 23, but unfortunately the number 23 still had Coco on the back, but the new goalkeeper uniform was orange with long sleeves, which I liked more than the previous light green. The second-year team members also chose their long-cherished numbers. Zhao Rui got the No. 1 jersey, which symbolizes the main goalkeeper, and Mu Zheng changed the jersey to No. 7. Yan Xi actually chose No. 9, and Xianxian seemed to have said that this was the number of Gao Gaofeng. A year has passed, he has not grown much taller, and he still looks naughty. Mi Le and Xuexue inherited the numbers of "Coach Yuan" and captain respectively. I don't know if it's because I wore it in elementary school, but learning to wear No. 8 is expected, after all, he has the feeling of a midfield engine when he rushes up on the pitch like a motor. He was the only one who changed his name from Lennon to Loca, which was so simple that people couldn't understand it.

After a few trainings, everyone has a bottom of the level of the new players. As a captain, I usually encourage my students, but here I can tell the truth, and I don't have to follow the principle of appreciating education anymore and say "you are awesome". This time it can really only be said that it barely fills the list of 18 people. No. 2 Suo Ming, No. 11 Le Ben, No. 12 Hu Yinqiu, No. 14 Li Wenqian, and No. 21 Hong Yu, these five juniors are not up to the level of the Mayor's Cup for the time being. Listening to Zhao Rui, when recruiting new students, several students who claimed to have played official games in elementary school came to the football club booth to inquire about joining the school team, and after learning that they were going to play and train on the weekend, they regretted that their schedules were occupied by cram schools. The class time is not convenient to adjust, and it is not good to run between the team and the cram school, and my parents will not agree if I often ask for leave. Even if I have half a day to spare, I want to play games more, and I am so tired from attending classes six and a half days a week that I can't breathe.

It's not anyone's fault, it can only be said that there is nothing to be done.

On the positive side, although we didn't recruit much "instant power", we generally retained the framework of last year (although we don't know who can really fill the void of Kwong's departure), and the strongest new players are the most reasonable additions. Xiao Qi, who got the No. 17 jersey, left a deep impression on everyone in the first training session. He is thin, not short, his skin is healthy black after being exposed to the sun, and there is a dimple on each side of his small face, which is also very cute. His dribbling skills are quite good, and after completing a set of timed dribbles around obstacles, the coach said that he took the second most time to take the time, and those three were Mu Zheng, Yan Xi last year and Kwong Hao the year before. Maybe next year, our No. 17 left winger will take over Mu Zheng's No. 7 jersey and become the rightful "Little Seven".

No. 22 He Honghui is a tall midfielder and can also play a cameo role as a central defender. Ah Hui usually wears a pair of glasses, is polite, and quite bookish, but is very decisive when intercepting and fighting for the top on the field.

The one who attracted everyone's attention the most was the "foreign aid" Luka. As Miller said, his name is very long, and he has been reported for a long time, and he hasn't even heard the reason for learning. Luca is said to be very talented in languages, speaking English, German, Italian (in fact, there are far more than these three, he seems to mention several other languages when introducing himself, we don't understand and are embarrassed to ask), and now he can speak a little Chinese. When communicating with us, he mainly speaks English, and every time he deliberately amplifies his voice, sometimes even shouting at us, and he is very slow to speak, as if he is performing a show, in fact, he must be trying to communicate. Lukka has a cocked nose, sunken eye sockets, and a round face, which doesn't seem to have grown yet, and is full of childishness, a bit reminiscent of Ron Wesley from Harry Potter. However, Luca's eye color is not similar to Ron's, and his personality is not as lively as Ron's. As long as he doesn't speak hoarsely, he will stay quiet, blinking his emerald eyes like a well-behaved kitten. His curly hair was not red, but a darker chestnut color, resembling an elk or a hare. He said he played at left-back and left-midfield. However, unlike Puyun, Luka is his left foot, and he writes with his right hand when filling out the shirt form. The numbers and letters he wrote were crooked and twisted, and our English teacher would have thought that it was written by a student with the lowest English scores.

Don't look at Luka, who doesn't talk much, but when choosing a jersey, he was bold enough to take the number 10. This is quite in line with our stereotype of foreigners: they don't push too much, and they just say what they want. Of course, he can also be regarded as "picking up leaks". Our second-year students chose one round, and the first-year students chose another round, and number 10 was still empty. Probably because the requirements of this number are too high, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and no one dares to be a "bird".

For a long time afterward, I seemed to hear a faint voice: Luka was the weakest of all the players in the world to wear a number 10. It's not just coming from the outside, it's also happening within the team. So, I reiterated over and over again in the dressing room that winning or losing a game is not the responsibility or credit of one or two people, it is about everyone in the team. And in the first few weeks with Luka, everyone seemed to think of him as the team's hopeful star. He not only strengthened the left-back that was most lacking in the first place, but also carried the aura of "foreign aid" and core No. 10. In fact, aside from choosing a shirt, Luka has never expressed any ambitions or special features. His technical and physical qualities are decent, and there are no shortcomings. But until the real game comes, we all feel more or less that he is hidden. People inevitably feel that foreign monks are good at chanting, especially the football level in our country is average.

The away match against Jieqi Secondary School came as scheduled at the end of September. The Hunters returned to the Mayor's Cup stage after a year against Sakura, and Yuki Middle School took it very seriously, and I heard that not only did the parents of all the players come to watch, but even the principal sat on the rostrum of the stadium on Saturday. "Seniors, we owe you a champion", "Cherry blossoms are in full bloom, the king returns", two big red banners were waving in the wind in the stands. When the MC announced the curtain call, the audience enthusiastically applauded every time the name of a home team player was pronounced. Correspondingly, when the names of our players were announced, there were scattered boos in the stands, and it was the first time we had encountered such "hospitality" before the opening. Boss Yue's face sank after hearing it in the passage, and he secretly ran to "Xiao Ye", and whispered that you have to give me a good kick today.

It's definitely going to play well, no matter who the opponent or the crowd is. Millet helped me wrap the captain's armband as promised, and a year later, we both started together for the first time. On the back line is He Mingming, Ye Ruiyang and his three defenders, the midfielder is Huang Minxue's partner Li Baichuan, and the forward line is naturally a combination of Mu Zheng and Yan Xi. In the first year of junior high school, we were immature and ignorant when we faced foreign schools in a friendly match, and the only difference was that Mi Le replaced the departing Taotao.

It's our time. "It's bleak again", but I don't know where the team and I will end up.

And all we have to do now is to get down to the ground and win, which is the first step in the new season. I smiled and shook hands with the captain of Yuki Middle School, a first-year junior high school student, nervous and excited, and I could even hear the sound of teeth fighting. When shaking hands, I didn't react at once, and my hands were stretched out. The referee kindly pulled out the coin and asked us which side to guess. I asked the junior to guess first, he is small, and he is the master here. He said positive, and I was naturally negative. The coin representing fate was tossed from the hand of the man in black, flickering and spinning in the air for several weeks, silently setting a temporarily unknown direction for this game. On the opposite side, the first half of the first half kicked off. Everyone shook hands again, cheered each other on, and walked back to the front of the opposing two armies.

"The new season has begun, so let's get off to a good start! The old rule, one hit, three 'come on'. One Middle School—"

"Come on! Come on! Come on! ”

I excitedly patted my new thick gloves as if I were a fighter in the ring, and heard a dull but full sound. The last shout before the game, I said it so naturally, as if I had been the captain for a long time.

"Keco, I'm going to score a goal for you today! Let them boo us! After spreading out and walking into the defensive position, Miller shouted at me from afar, my glove gave me a thumbs up, and then habitually slapped it on the crossbar. The new season has begun, and once again, I'm back on the pitch. Last year we were just one step away from the final, and this year is a new opportunity and our last.

This time I must go further.

The referee's whistle blew and I stole a glance at the armband on my arm and focused all my attention on the field. From this second, a new story turned to a new page.