Amateur Old Man, Enjoy Reborn Football Life (Booked)

Spring break in fourth grade, I came to visit you at your house, Hyoma.

Leopard, ask your mother to show you around the house before you return.

"Hmm... that? What about this hole?

A natural lawn from an indoor practice area found a large shredded area. That's all the wonder is wearing off. What the hell, why not?

"The leopard practiced too much of that hole, and it's empty, isn't it? No matter how many times you fix it, the same place is empty."

"In the same place... Oh well..."

I remember the place.

A difficult place with a little angle from the goal post...... Hyoma was the shooting course you are best at.

I've seen him shoot intensely from that angle many times.

(Must have practiced many times...)

Holes in sturdy artificial grass are not easy. Hyoma, you were secretly accumulating voluntary exercises, and that's all I could read.

After all, Hyoma is a great man. [M] Even though he was so talented, he always worked hard.

"Hey, Coata, you... you like football?

At that time, your mother's voice changes slightly. The atmosphere was a little different from earlier. What the hell is wrong with it?

"What? Yes, I like it!

"You are. Actually, old leopard, you didn't really like football..."

With a strange look on her face, her mother has only told a few old stories.

When you started playing football in kindergarten, Hyoma.

Although I was in kindergarten, I talked about when I joined the Yokohama Mariners U-12.

"It's what my mother, I, says, my son, was good at football and was too flabbergasted by coaches and OB..."

Your father was one of the top players in the Yokohama Mariners. So your son, Hyoma, was treated specially by the adults involved.

"The leopard has been floating on the team since the beginning. And I never saw him laugh in football... he always played lonely..."

Hyoma said you were floating among the Yokohama Mariners U-12. In my interaction with those three, I knew something about it, too.

"But since I moved to this city... my son has changed since I joined Hirosaki Liberillo."

"What, to our team?

"Right. Looks like we're going to have some fun. I'm always talking about my teammates when I'm having dinner... it sounds really fun."

It was inadvertently suspicious of the ear.

That cool leopard of yours is leaving for practice for fun?

Looks like you're having fun talking about your teammates, telling your parents?

That was the first shocking story I ever heard.

Whatever you do, Hyoma, you always look cool and clear. Scoring a super goal doesn't make you happy.

Don't put your emotions on the table, don't make idiotic noises specific to elementary school students.

(But if you ask me that, lately...)

I knew. Such a leopard. That you seemed to enjoy it.

When goals are scored in exquisite collaboration in the game.

When my teammates are self-trained and my new moves are successful.

When we mess with the coach and he's laughing.

(Your mouth doesn't move, but your eyes... you were laughing like you really enjoyed it...)

The finals of the national tournament were amazing most recently. During that "battle over which one can decide a lot of dots," he really seemed to enjoy playing.

(I'm sure... Hyoma, you're so much of a primary school student who loves football that you can't beat anyone...)

It's only been three years since I met him. But these past three years have been really intense days.

That's why I feel your secret thoughts more than anyone else. This was empathy as a teammate.

"Oh? Looks like the leopard's back, huh?

With the sound of the front door, your mother would have noticed. I return to my expression as my first mother.

"Thank you, Hyoma, for letting me talk to you today about everything. But today, I asked you to keep it to yourself, Hyoma."

"What? That's good, but why not, Mr. Coata?

Mother earlier would have told me what she meant. I don't know why, but I've been talking about my life.

"We guys have some old stories we don't want to hear about to get cool. Especially for fellow players who think of themselves as rivals. This is a matter of little pride for a man who plays football..."

Hyoma, if you consider your character, you will be reluctant to be informed of the weak parts of your past.

That's why I decided to forget what I'm talking about. If Hyoma had spoken to me in her own mouth, I'd like to hear it again then.

"I knew you were a stranger, Coata. I think I know how my son feels. Fine, I'll forget I told you too."

Hyoma, your mother has answered with a grin. To that adorable smile, I find myself unexpectedly thrilled.

This would be the smile of an ex-model angel. He is too dazzling for me with a mental age of thirty-one.

"Keep him company with leopards, Mr. Courta"

"Yes! Best wishes to this one!

Thus the exploration of the Sawamura family ended. I'll pick you up at the front door. [M]

"I'm home, Mother... and Coata, you, you were already here?

"Eh heh... an hour, I got it wrong and it came fast..."

"You're the same, you are"

I'm relieved to see your face, Hyoma. It was as cool and decided as usual.

(Watch the game with you Hyoma today and talk a lot... talk about football... talk about the future...)

My mother had written me off from her own memory. But I feel closer to you than before. [M]

"The mighty nation is the opponent today, but can the Japanese representative win?

"That's why I'm here for you, Courta"

"Right, Mr. Hyoma!

Thus the football boys burned hot during spring break as well.