Amateur Old Man, Enjoy Reborn Football Life (Booked)

On the eve of the final of the National Convention.

A late-night lobby in Nagaku, Kagoshima Prefecture.

I was having a night of extreme tension.

"Coata, I've been wanting to ask you something. Who are you?

"What...?

It was just a question from your teammate, Hyoma.

My heart is about to stop, and I accidentally lose my word.

Maybe I found out I was a reincarnator?

Maybe I was showing you a big mistake I don't know about myself, Hyoma.

If that's the case, it's tough.

What will happen to my second soccer life?

Until now, there has been no injustice with regard to football. But if someone else finds out, I can't even predict what will happen.

Anyway, Hyoma needs to ask you the sincerity of the question.

"Hey, who... is that you, Hyoma?

"You are a little different. I've never seen a man as incomprehensible as you."

"Oh, I don't care if you tell me that..."

I couldn't read the intent of the question.

I thought maybe I could ask, 'Are you the man who has been reincarnated from the future? ⁉'

But apparently not.

Hyoma himself felt lost in the question. [M] He asked me something spiritual.

"Sorry. That was too abstract a question. Let's change the question... Courta, what kind of soccer player do you want to be in the future?

Hyoma asked the question again. [M]

Seems like something completely different from the previous one.

Hyoma, you may be asking questions, worried about something too.

Then I have to answer seriously, too.

"What kind of player am I going to be? Or..."

To the sudden question, I think back to myself.

I've been desperately practicing football since I was three years old in kindergarten.

Eliminate all games, TVs and other plays. I've lost any free time and lived for football.

It was a fun day with soccer pickles.

But to tell the truth, there were times when it was painful.

Waking up early every morning is always sleepy.

Sometimes it was frustrating when new moves didn't work out.

Sometimes I was jealous of other talented players.

Soccer is often just hard work, and we can't move on.

But when I wanted to quit soccer practice, I never did.

Because I like football.

The existence of football that saved me from losing my family and my right leg in my previous life and was bottomless.

I was grateful for that dazzling power of life and energy.

Reborn next life. I wanted to give back.

Saving that local football team.

And now, another goal had been achieved.

I wanted to give people who had the same problems I had in my previous life the energy to live through football.

"Hyoma, I want people from all over Japan in the future, people from all over the world, to feel energetic in their own football... I want to be such an athlete!

31 years and ten years of life to date. I'll give you the answer I found there, out of my own mouth.

The answer may be a little too abstract.

But all I could say now was this answer.

I want to cheer someone up in my own football.

"'Athletes who make people from all over the world feel energetic in their own football' or... I see"

Hyoma snorts quietly.

Apparently, you felt my intentions.

He was silently coming up with something.

"Speaking of which, on the contrary, Hyoma, what are your future dreams?

I overhear questions.

That was a question I didn't ask one day. The only time to ask is now.

"Is that me? Master Ole was scouted by the prestigious J-League youth team and then debuted in the J-League. In the future, he will be selected as the representative of Japan to move to the big European team…"

Hyoma, you speak of your dreams.

It's too magnificent a dream, but I feel like he would come true right now.

Because you, the leopard of this world, are definitely moving on with your life differently than in your previous life.

I was thorough in my basic training and also careful in taking care of my body.

If things continue smoothly like this, you will definitely be a big player.

This was my intuition for a football geek and his desire as a Ichi fan.

"But lately, I dream differently at night."

"What... a dream?

Leopard, you fix the earlier words.

All of a sudden, he came out with a spiritual object called "Dream.”

A realist leopard is rare for you.

Still, what the hell kind of dream is that?

"With that dream, I was giving dreams to children all over the world. Dream like a sun called soccer..."

It was terribly abstract.

Always cool and calm, Hyoma. I don't think that's the word out of your mouth.

Especially the "sun called soccer” part, which is a chest-at-the-word word.

"Puppy... Hyoma, your dreams are weird too"

"Don't laugh. I'll lose your weird dreams."

"Well, then, come on."

"Oh, yeah"

Hyoma was laughing herself.

We stick each other in, and we're about to laugh.

Now the lobby for the night before the lights out time. Desperately suppress the two of us from laughing.

But “give dreams to children all over the world" or... really nice dreams.

I want to have such a lovely dream someday, too.

"It's time for the lights to go out. Shall we go to sleep, Mr. Hyoma?

"Oh, right. Tomorrow's the finals."

This is how me and Leopard sneak back to the big room and go to bed.

I enter the futon and close my eyes.

What we talked about earlier was really an abstract story with no cohesion whatsoever.

It was short, but it was really time.

I wish I could talk to you like that again, Hyoma.

But he's shy, so it could be difficult.

All right, it's time to go to sleep.

Tomorrow is finally the final.

Tonight, I'm sure, I feel like I'm going to have a good dream.

Somehow, but I felt that way.

◇

The next morning came the final day of the National Convention.

Kagoshima Prefecture in December is sunny and a little warm.

The football arena was engulfed with enthusiasm.

The audience was excited about the finals starting here.

The culmination of thousands of boys' soccer teams across the country was about to be decided.

"I have nothing to say today. You guys do your best to fight!

"" "Yes! Coach!" "

Coach tells me before the game. Our athletes respond loudly.

Win or lose, this is the last game of the national tournament.

Team motivation culminates.

"Win if you can and give me a drink!

"Coaches should stay sober!

"Yeah, well, if you quit drinking, you might find her too!

"Right!

"Hey you guys...... give me a break for that story on this occasion"

"" "I..." "

Coach's joke takes us on board. And we all have a big laugh.

May be careless before the national finals.

But this brightness is the team atmosphere of Hirosaki Riveriro. It was the driving force behind our leap.

All right, we've had a big laugh and lost our wasted solidity.

Our athletes head to the lawn arena, which is the battlefield.

"You guys... I asked for the rest..."

From the coach dropping me off behind, I heard a slight grunt.

When I turned around, I had a serious look and prayed for us.

Always a joke, coach. Coach who is thirty roads but doesn't have a girlfriend. My feet stink, Coach.

But for us, a coach who's always desperate to mentor us. A coach who weeps for us.

"Guys, let's not win for the coach"

"" Yes, Captain ""

Let's give such a wonderful mentor a winning drink.

The thought was that of all of Hiroshima Riverillo.

◇

Both teams align before the game to say hello across the street.

The finalist is Yokohama Mariners U-12.

He is a prestigious boy football player and a powerful man who has dominated the country for the second year in a row.

"We made it to the finals like we promised."

"That's great, Sawamura... plus Nolu Kota"

Hyoma smiles invincibly. [M]

Between the other three examples and you, Hyoma, fly a spark of sight.

As always, I'm caught in the middle of that spark for some reason.

But I don't feel bad today alone.

It's a lot of air before the showdown.

"Let's do everything we can for each other"

"Oh, yeah"

I didn't need any more words from both of them before I fought.

At the end of the greeting, we gather around the captain to form a pre-game circle.

"Guys, are you feeling all right?

The captain has asked everyone. our current situation before the game.

"Yeah, it's great, Captain!

I answer first by surprise.

Because he was really in the best shape.

To be honest, it's a series of national competitions, and I'm still tired.

But his full strength far exceeded it.

It was the most energy and physical culmination of a redo football life.

"It's a stupid question. I'm always in the best condition."

"Aoi is fine too!

Everyone else follows me.

Hyoma, you and Aoi. Plus five or six years of seniors.

Everyone was in the best possible condition, boosted by energy.

"Right. Same with me. So we win today...... we win! Guys, let's go... Riverillo... Huh"

"" "O!!" "

With the captain's hanging voice, we scream as loudly as we can.

The voices of the little warriors echo in the finals.

Thank you, Captain.

Thanks to the shame, I am also in the mood, but it has been filled further.

"Hey, Coata."

"Hmm, what's wrong, Mr. Hyoma?

Placement at the start of the match.

The attacking FW leopard, you've been talking about something.

What the hell is going on?

"It's been a long time since I've competed with you." The battle over which you can decide more points. "

"What, you leopard...... in a place like this in the finals?

That was just a suggestion.

A scoring match?

If it's a small tournament, not yet. I had no idea you were going to propose this at such a huge best.

"Let's make it an interesting game and give it 'Cheer Up and Dream All Over Japan' first"

"Hyoma, that's our future..."

That is the word that matches last night's two dreams in the lobby to one.

I never thought they'd say it in front of such a large audience.

"Maybe you're afraid to lose to me?

"Oh, no way. Yeah, that's a battle!

Taunton set me on fire.

From the first sophomore year I met, the last three years.

So far the scoring battle with you Hyoma should have been almost mutual.

I wrote it in my free book, and I've been calculating it for sure.

But I'm losing by one point, but it's a critical situation.

Then I have hope to win. [M]

"Sounds interesting! Aoi will join us!

"Then the three of us will fight, brothers and sisters Nolu."

"Yeah, Mr. Hyoma. The three of us have to work hard!

Sunflower also adds to the scoring contest.

It felt strange when it came to the finals of the grand stage of the National Convention.

Maybe you, Leopard, tried to ease my nervousness.

"Let's go aggressively to our opponents in character too! 'Maybe it's an operation.

I am in the best shape thanks to you.

Hyoma, you look pretty good today, too.

Let's get out of everything I can have at the moment.

Pippy!

A kick-off whistle at the start of the game rings the pitch of the arena.

Thus the last battle of the National Convention. The finals were to begin.