Awakening the Messi template, Florentino Pérez begs me to join Real Madrid

At the Asian Youth Championships awards ceremony, the winners of the individual awards were no surprise.

The AFC U-19 Championship Golden Boot was awarded to Wu Lei for scoring 9 goals.

As he stood on the podium and raised the golden boot trophy, the entire stadium of Chinese fans chanted "King Wu".

The camera captured his slightly reddened eyes.

This trophy is the best reward for his repeated charges throughout the competition, his repeated starts despite muscle soreness, and his repeated attempts to find opportunities amidst encirclement.

The award for best coach went to champion coach Li. Undoubtedly, his team was widely underestimated by outsiders, yet he managed to unite the entire team into a cohesive unit.

In the end, they defeated all their opponents.

When Coach Li went on stage to accept the award, good-natured laughter and enthusiastic applause rang out from the audience. Wu Shi clapped vigorously from below the stage, smiling more happily than anyone else.

Special Award: Golden Boy Award – Takeshi (Most Promising Player)

The official reason given is:

"During his playing time, he significantly influenced the course of many matches with highly creative passing and decisive performances in crucial moments, demonstrating football wisdom beyond his years."

The Chinese U19 team occupies four spots in the tournament's best eleven:

Wu Lei (Top scorer among forwards)

Wu Shi (second in assists, also in the top 10 for goals)

National Youth Team Goalkeeper Lin Ruo (Few goals conceded, numerous brilliant saves, and outstanding performance in the final).

Defensive midfielder Li Haoran (the midfield shield in the group stage and previous matches; although he missed the semi-final due to suspension, his overall performance was recognized).

The golden medals hung around their necks, and the huge championship trophy was passed around, kissed, and raised high by the whole team.

The Sydney night sky was lit up by fireworks and cheers, and fans across the country shared in that moment of glory.

[System settlement complete]

[Asian Youth Championship Winner Contribution Reward: Integration Level +0.5%]

[Scored a goal in the AFC U-19 Championship final: Integration +0.4%]

[Finalist Reward: Fusion Level +0.2%]

[Golden Boy Award: Fusion Level +0.3%]

[Achieve the special achievement "Best 11": Integration +0.5%]

[Current overall integration rate: 3.1% → 5.0%]

[Milestone Achieved! Integration Rate Exceeds 5%!]

Further system features will be available soon...

More features will be gradually unlocked over the next day...

5%!! And there are new features to be unlocked later, Wu Shi was quite looking forward to it.

Wu Shi also finally understood.

I hate Messi, I'll hate him for the rest of my life, but what does my dislike for him have to do with my system?

After figuring it out, at this moment, Wu Shi suddenly felt that something deep within his psyche...

The barrier that had always separated him from the true essence of the "system" seemed to be loosening.

The next day

The team has already boarded a plane back home.

Public opinion in China has already been completely turned upside down.

When they departed for Australia, only a few professional sports media outlets gave a brief preview, and very few fans saw them off at the airport.

And now, the hashtag "China's youth team wins the championship" has been at the top of the trending topics list on major social media platforms for a whole day.

Wu Lei's volley, Wu Shi's crucial substitute appearance and direct free kick goal, and the team's all-out fight to the end have been edited into various versions of highlights, with hundreds of millions of views.

The media used every word of praise imaginable: "Golden Generation," "Dawn of a New Era," "The Toughest Bone."

The cold mockery and habitual pessimism of the past were completely overwhelmed by the surging praise and pride.

The airport exit for flights returning home turned into a sea of ​​red.

Thousands of fans waited here early, holding up a huge banner:

"Welcome back, heroes!"

"You are the pride of China!"

As soon as Wu Lei, Wu Shi, and others appeared, they were immediately engulfed by flashes of light and cheers.

The team members were surrounded by flowers and national flags, signing autographs until their hands were sore, and smiling so hard their faces were stiff from taking photos.

Amidst the boiling excitement, a small, thin figure struggled through the crowd, stumbled and rushed to Wu Shi, almost falling over.

Wu Shi instinctively supported him.

This is a boy of about seven or eight years old. He has dark skin, deep-set eyes, and curly hair. You can tell at a glance that he is from an ethnic minority.

He was wearing a faded old jersey with a blurry club logo printed on it.

The boy tilted his head back, his eyes shining brightly, clutching a crumpled notebook and a pen tightly in his hand.

"Brother Wu... Brother Wu Shi!" The boy's Mandarin was accented, but very loud.

"I...I like you! I like football!"

Wu Shi crouched down, looked him in the eye, and asked gently:

"What's your name? How old are you?"

"My name is Baihelamu, and I'm 8 years old!"

The boy answered loudly, then his tone became hesitant and his voice softened.

"My school's PE teacher said... that I run fast, have a good feel for the ball, and am talented... but, but my dad said that playing football... playing football is useless, at home..."

He gripped the notebook tighter, his eyes shining, yet also revealing a confusion and struggle beyond his years.

Wu Shi's heart was touched.

He took the boy's notebook and pen, and while signing them, said in a clear and firm voice:

"Baihelamu, listen to me. Liking football is a wonderful thing. Having talent is a gift from God."

After signing his name, he handed the notebook back, looking into the boy's eyes:

"You should listen to your parents about family matters and study hard."

"But if you really like it, don't give up easily. At school, or after school, whenever you have free time and a place to play, go play."

"Play well, and show everyone, including your father, that your talent deserves to be taken seriously."

Baihelamu hugged the signed notebook tightly, nodded vigorously, and the confusion in his eyes was replaced by determination.

This scene was keenly captured by countless cameras nearby. The next day,

"Champion Core Encourages XJ Football Prodigies"

The photo and text report, "Wu Shi: If you have talent, don't give up," has once again warmed the hearts of countless people.

The noise will eventually subside.

Back to Guangzhou, back to the Evergrande Club base

At the first all-team meeting after returning to the team, head coach Lippi's expression was as serious as ever.

He summarized the team's recent performance and made key arrangements for the upcoming week of two matches.

After the meeting, as Wu Shi was about to leave, the assistant coach came over and patted him on the shoulder:

"Wu Shi, stay behind. The boss has something to say."

Wu Shi's heart skipped a beat as he followed the teaching assistant toward Lippi's office.

Lippi sat behind his desk, holding a report in his hand, and gestured for Wu Shi to sit down.

"I've seen the test results."

Lippi got straight to the point in Italian, while the translator beside him whispered in sync.

"The recovery is much faster than expected."

Wu Shi nodded without explaining further.

"but,"

"This week, your task is to get plenty of rest and cooperate with the physiotherapist to complete the final stage of your recovery. Then, next week, we have an away game in the FA Cup."

Lippi looked up and said, "You're starting."

Starting!

Despite having a premonition, Wu Shi's heart still skipped a beat when he heard those two words from Lippi's own mouth.

The FA Cup, although not a league, is still an important official competition.