I'm Just a Striker

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I am just a striker. What matters most for a good striker? Accurate shots, smart positioning, and speed. When someone passionate about football returns to the year 2002, aided by a player training system, could he take the football world by storm? "Hey, Mino! Haven't you signed Zlatan Ibrahimović yet?" "Hey, Ibra, I can explain. It wasn't me who taught him to curse at you like that!" Don't ask me why I chose to use the tip of my foot for my first shot, and don't bring up how I was once kicked out as a reason to criticize me. I am just a striker; my job is to find space and score goals! What? Messi? Honestly, I think Messi is 169 centimeters tall, so I'm still a centimeter taller than him—I'm 170.

I'm Just a Striker

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Chapter One: I Want to Play Football

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PS: Many friends, perhaps in their haste to read the beginning, may have missed some details. Here, I would like to offer a brief supplementary note, hoping that you will enjoy my book.

First, the protagonist is technically reborn, but the story is closer to the start of a FIFA career mode. That’s why he finds himself at Real Madrid in 2002.

Second, the protagonist is only seventeen, a youth player. In fact, youth players at top clubs are like grains of sand sifted by the tide—those who make it to the end have outlasted countless others.

Finally, I hope everyone will pay attention to the details, as I will not spend too much time on trivial matters. In other words, this is not a simple, formulaic story.

Therefore, if you choose to read at a glance, you may find many parts confusing, which might affect your enjoyment.

One last request: please try to read up to Chapter Ten. If by then you still feel nothing, then I must apologize for not writing the book you wanted to read, though it is truly about the football I love.

Thank you for your patience; I really did put my heart into this.

In 2002, Mo Mo stood before the gates of Real Madrid, luggage in hand, smiling freely.

In his previous life, he never had the chance to play football. By the time the new leader ascended and football began its rapid rise, his own youth had already faded.

Yet fate was kind, granting him the chance to return to 2002 and start everything anew.

Though his height was locked at 170 centimeters, and his birth date matched t