Amateur Old Man, Enjoy Reborn Football Life (Booked)

“Generation 100."

In football, generations may be named because of their role and expectations in Japanese representation.

Examples include the Golden Generation, the Valley Generation, the New Golden Generation, and the Platinum Generation.

Most of them were put on by the media on their own, but they often spread to the public.

The origin of the name was largely determined by its high school youth years and its role in the Olympics.

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The U-15 Japanese representative's two-day accommodation was over.

To go to school, I came back to the area.

(Right. Those generations were later called "bottom generations"......)

I take classes and remember my past life memories.

According to that memory, those people, who are now fifteen, are going to have a hard representative life for the next few years.

In another generation of world championships, a series of qualifying falls. Winning the Asian International Games has never been possible.

Generations before and after them, at best, produce glorious results. Also known as the ultra-golden and diamond generations, they will also have a series of winning experiences at the World Games.

That's why the U-15 Japanese delegates today were compared and said "more and more generations”.

(Even though those guys are good enough, it's awful how “bottom generation” they are. But when you're in a representative class, can't you help but criticize...)

Football is one of the world's most enthusiastic sports.

Especially in international matches, they bump into each other betting on the pride of each country.

If they win a major international tournament, the athletes are treated as heroes. You can also move into a big club at once to earn honor and wealth.

But on the contrary, if the losses continue, they will be slapped simultaneously like national bandits. Even in Japan, football fever had become quite hot, like this.

(If we keep up with history, next week's international game falls preliminarily......?)

Follow the memories of your previous life.

If you check the U-15 Japan schedule, there will be another game in Southeast Asia next weekend.

In history, Japanese representatives qualify and lose.

Lost in a row by a country that was said to be inferior. When I get back home, the press should slap me.

(But it's a losing streak in another tournament after that...)

More and more retrospective (retrospective) memories of previous life.

I'm not proud of it, but I had a good memory in my previous life.

Especially when it came to football, I was confident that if knowledge was all I had, I would not lose.

So I also remember the "bottom generation” record.

Over the next five years, they will take the dark path. The losing chain leaves the team in a muddy state.

(If possible, I want to help you somehow...)

On edge and in this world, I was also called to the team.

Personal feelings, but I want to help all the U-15 Japanese delegates.

(But how?

I am only one of the candidates for the U-15 Japan Representative right now.

In another international match next week, I don't even know the possibility of being benched.

Even if you get on the bench again, you may not be able to make it to the game.

(Even if I go to the game, will I change my destiny?

It's hard to change your destiny even when you're in the game.

Football is a competition for eleven, and it doesn't matter if one struggles.

(By next week's international game again, we need to figure something out... Hmm? Wait. Before that, what am I...?

While thinking, I notice a certain big problem.

It was a big problem where I would change my fate or I wouldn't even have the right to go to a game.

"Ah ⁉ did you have a passport?

Notice the problem. Unexpectedly, my voice goes out.

If I don't have a passport, I can't even go to the game.

In this day and age, a period of about a month is required for issuance. What should I do?

"What's up, Mr. Coata? We're in arithmetic class now, right?

"Ah... Doctor, I'm sorry. I thought about multiplication and accidentally answered my voice!

The teacher pissed me off.

Lie and deceive.

"A passport? Coata, this is weird!

"Right! Ha ha!

Everyone in my class laughed at me too.

But I'm relieved he hasn't found out.

(Anyway, when you get home, talk to your parents and your coach!

So thrilled, I took the class.

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When I get home, I'll talk to my mother fast.

"Coata's passport? Oh, it's right here."

"Ah! It's true!

My mother came out of the shelf with a passport.

When I checked the contents, the photo of my face was properly applied. Definitely a passport for me.

But when was it made by who?

"After the previous National Tresen, your father made it for me." Coata could be summoned by a representative of Japan! Ha ha ha... '"

What a prefabricated passport for my own father.

Moreover, when it comes to the previous Tressen, it is also a time when there are no rumors of the U-15 Japanese representative convening.

Perhaps his father had momentum and made a passport. He's still my paced father.

But this time, I will be helped by the momentum. [M]

"I'm also applying for a trip to another international game next week because my mom is decent. It's okay to be chosen as a representative member, Coata."

How dare my parents prepare me for an international expedition, not just a passport.

He was preparing for me, talking to the team coach and Hyoma about your parents.

Especially Hyoma. Your father is a football expert and a master accustomed to traveling abroad. My mother also said she had help.

"Thank you, Mother! And your father will have to say thank you at night."

"Coata's only in fifth grade, so you can rely on her parents."

"Yeah, okay. If you're ready to travel, ask your mothers!

I honestly thank my parents for their care.

I'm only in fifth grade in this world. He is a tied minor and financially supported by his parents.

But only my mental age was 31 in my previous life, and I meant to be an adult. That difference was making my passport mistake this time.

All right. Now let's be careful.

"Aoi, too, wants to go watch your brother's game! Back up!

"Thank you, sunflower. But there's gonna be a district tournament for the team, right?

"Oh well! Hehe... dangerous, dangerous. I'll take care of your absence, brother!

The sunflower of the inadvertent leaves his tongue to shine away.

But since Aoi is becoming a reliable player, I can safely go to the delegates.

I really appreciate it.

"Instead, I'll buy you a lovely souvenir."

"True! Thanks, brother!

When I heard it was a souvenir, the sunflower hugged me.

The venue is Southeast Asia, so would you like a colorful and cute souvenir?

Money will be fine.

Anyway, I've been saving my old balls for very little. The dimes I've been saving go together, and they're pretty good.

Speaking of money......

I'm getting worried that I'm not straining my parents about the cost of overseas expeditions.

"Don't worry, the money for Coata's expedition seems to come in full from the association"

"You did, Mother."

According to his mother's story, the football association will pay for the travel, accommodation, food, etc. of the athletes represented by generation.

We don't get paid to be amateurs.

But since the expedition would be free, it was difficult for a normal family home.

"All right, I'll go practice when I've resolved my worries too!

"Oh, wait, brother. I'm coming with Aoi!

All the passport and expedition issues were resolved.

As always, I'm heading to practice for my after-school team.

Even though he was elected Generation-by-Generation Representative, he is a member of Hiromae Riverillo during normal times.

Follow the coach during practice and practice.

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Then the days go by.

"Well, Mother, Father, Aoi, I'm coming!

Finally, for the Asian expedition, the morning has come to depart.

Say hello to your family and leave the house.

And board a direct bus to the local enclave.

To get to Haneda Airport, the meeting point for U-15 Japanese delegates.

Yes... I was able to bench U-15 Japanese delegates.

You're a better leopard than I am, and of course you're with me. I met you, Hyoma. You're sitting next to the bus right now.

"Finally… the first international match between generations of Japanese representatives…"

Breathe lightly and deeply in the bus.

Looking at the schedule for this expedition, my heart rattles.

Though a modest member, by generation, I was able to bench a representative of Japan.

It was still like a dream and my head was blurry.

Put on that samurai blue uniform... put on a sun circle... I can fight.

"But I... am I really okay..."

When I thought about Hinomaru, I suddenly became anxious.

U-15 Japan has lost the qualifying round in this international match if it is in any way historic. When you return home, the press will slap you.

(We need to avoid an unfortunate future somehow... but...)

In order not to lose in the qualifying round, I have prepared some maneuvers.

But if I'm not in the game, the operation will be pointless.

Even if he gets out, if the operation isn't good, he loses in the qualifying round.

Just the anxiety of me knowing the future. Heavy pressure hit me halfway.

"Hey, Coata. Look at me."

"What, you leopard?

My neighbor, Hyoma, spoke to me with a dark look on his face.

He was pointing out the bus window.

What the hell do you see?

"Ah... that's..."

Beyond the bus running down the national highway, there was a group of shadows.

I looked familiar to the group that was on the hill.

"Captains... seniors... everyone... sunflowers... and even coaches..."

It was everyone on the team who was on the far hill.

I was supposed to be practicing early in the morning now, my teammates.

Everyone was dressed in a uniform in front of Hiroshima Liberillo, flying team flags in the sky.

I was writing letters by hand on a white cross section and screaming something out.

Everyone's voice can't be reached on a bus that runs on the far national highway.

But I was screaming hard for something and waving the flag (solder).

"Mr. Hyoma... that's..."

"Oh, right. You're still stupid, you're a hot bunch of people."

"Yeah... you really are. That's really hot..."

All voices were not heard until the bus.

But the letters that were written in the cross section and the look on their faces made us wonder.

"Don't give up until the last kick!

"Nolu Kouta! Sawamura Hyoma! Come on!

"Don't give up until the last kick!

Everyone's voice was echoing in my heart.

Written in the cross section was the team's slogan.

And it was a reliable voice of support that the teams were crying out for.

Physically, I haven't heard a voice. But my thoughts had reached me and you, Leopard.

"Guys...... thanks"

I was about to give up on the future of despair, and I got the courage.

My teammates were ready until they stopped practicing in the morning.

Me and Leopard cheered me on to drop off your bus.

"Everybody's voice, because it arrived right..."

The bus keeps running away.

But the enthusiastic cheers of his companions were always echoed in his chest.

"Me, I'll never give up until the end..."

Just one more crush, as I tell myself.

I got the best courage from my people.

This is how I challenged Fate to an international match.