Amateur Old Man, Enjoy Reborn Football Life (Booked)

"A Kindergarten Teacher's Tale"

What? 'Nolukouta, I want to hear your story'......?

Yes, I'm fine.

I was in Kouta for three years in this kindergarten.

Even now that I remember you, Kouta, you were a truly remarkable child.

When I first entered the park, I was under the impression of a normal kid.

But soon...... that was about the football class, and even the group became noticeable.

Kouta, is it because there was something a little grown-up about you? I was a leader among the children and I took the initiative to play.

Especially when playing in the big halls and gardens, he was playing better than anyone else. Playing with a large number of people, I was loudly concerned about the other kids.

Same for older class kids. After about six months in school, he was a kindergarten leader.

Do you feel like the warden I used to say? That's too much to say, but he was a really energetic and aggressive kid.

With that said, Kouta, there was something a little worrying about you before.

That's what you always did to your leg, Kouta. Traces of scratches and bruises were constant.

Even when I asked him in person, he replied, 'I was playing in the open space next to the house and I fell'.

But like every day like that, no child has ever made a new wound.

'Maybe at home, you're being abused?

I had that worry from other teachers at a kindergarten staff meeting. But Kouta, your parents don't seem to do that.

That's why I decided to sneak up on him. Kouta on the landing bus after you get home. Kouta, near your house.

In the guise of coincidence, of course.

I saw a stunning sight there.

Kouta, you were indeed in the open space next to his house, playing alone.

I was playing football.

But the length of time is the problem.

From three o'clock in the afternoon when it descends to five o'clock in the evening when it gets dark. That kid is non-stop, and he's been playing football all his life.

It was an amazing concentration.

Line up empty cans in a bumpy, grassy vacant lot. I kicked the ball over and over there, and I've been playing.

And it was barefoot.

Over and over, I was up and over, practicing around the same place.

I don't know much about football. But concentrating on that for two hours, I thought it was too awesome.

And to my surprise, Kouta, you seemed like a real pleasure. Whether he fell or out of breath, he was sweating and playing with a smile.

Unlike the usual kindergarten big face, the smile of an innocent child.

I couldn't help but notice the sight for two hours.

Um, what were you talking about?

Yes, we're talking about your kindergarten, aren't we, Nolukouta?

Kouta, you were a really healthy and prominent child.

I graduated from the park and sometimes I miss you a little too.

But it's okay.

Because Kouta, even after your activity grew, you could see it on all sorts of paper.