Football: The immortal legend on the green field

Shen Bin floated in the air, the dilapidated retro buildings slowly receded, and the pedestrians on the street were only one-third of their normal size.

Once again, we came to the Maracanã Stadium. The Maracanã Stadium can accommodate at least 5 people. Unlike last time when it was full, there were only a few hundred people in the audience seats.

There were more than 20 players training on the field. A white man in his 40s came to the coach with a young man of 17 or 8 years old.

"Petrus Kagan, you bastard, where is Mendoza I want? It's already this late, the first round of the Rio de Janeiro Sao Paulo Championship will start tomorrow, why haven't you signed him yet?" The gray-haired old coach was madly scolding the team manager, his saliva spraying on Petrus' face.

Pietrus retreated in panic, explaining: "Oh! Oh!... Don't do that! Old Luke! I have been in contact with the other party. I tried my best, but Mendoza still chose Flamengo. We were fooled by him..."

"What? Mendoza can't come, and he's gone to Flamenco..." Luke Allison grabbed Petrus by the collar and roared a little hysterically.

Pietrus stepped back in shock and stepped on a small hole in the uneven grass. His right leg went limp and he fell backwards, almost pulling down his old coach Luke Allison.

“Hahahaha…” The players who had already noticed the situation here and gathered around burst into laughter.

Petrus stood up, brushed the dust off his butt, and then used his hands to straighten his tie that old Luke had pulled askew, leaving a stain on his snow-white shirt.

"Hahaha..." Seeing the funny appearance of the team manager Pietrus, the players laughed even louder, and even old Luke Allison couldn't help laughing.

Luke slowly stopped laughing and his face slowly became serious. "Since Mendoza can't come, I will submit my resignation to the board of directors. You guys talked about it before you called me here, but none of the players you promised to bring in have arrived. How can we compete with Santos and Flamengo? I'm afraid it will be difficult to even avoid relegation this season. I'd better go home and enjoy my retirement life, and don't regret my reputation here!"

Luke Allison, the former Brazilian national team coach who is always short-tempered, said this and turned around to pack up.

Pietrus hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the old coach's arm. "Old Luke, don't be like this. Mendoza is not the only one on the left. There are many left wingers in Brazil who are better than him. Besides, he is already 32 years old and has long passed his prime..."

When Luke heard what Pietrus said, he got angry again. "Is there a better left winger in Brazil than Pietrus? I discovered him and recruited him into the national team when he was 20 years old. I know his strength better than anyone else."

"Don't be angry, calm down! Calm down! I've brought you a better one today..." As he spoke, he pointed at the young man with an innocent smile on his face.

Luke Allison turned to look at the young man. "Him? Still want to compare with Petrus? Well, I'll make you give up. Let's take it out for a walk. Nilton Santos, come here and teach this little guy a lesson. If this little guy can't beat Nilton, I won't stay here."

"Oh... God! You can't do this, old Luke. How can you let a newcomer who has never participated in a game play against the main central defender of the national team?" Pietrus wanted to step forward to stop it.

The old coach ignored Pietrus and said, "Didn't you say he's better than Mendoza? Mendoza and Nilton have won and lost one-on-one. I don't ask too much of him. As long as he succeeds twice out of 10, I'll stay."

As he spoke, he kicked a football at his feet towards the young man.

Shen Bin, who was floating high up, was watching all this with great interest when he was suddenly pushed down by the little girl next to him.

Shen Bin was shocked by this action.

...Then, when he thought he was going to be smashed to pieces, his body miraculously passed through the roof of the coaching seats and rushed towards the destination at an extremely fast speed.

Shen Bin felt that his body had merged with that of the young man. His thoughts and consciousness had completely taken over that young man. The only thing that remained unchanged was his body.

Shen Bin even doubted whether he was really dreaming or whether it was happening in reality.

Shen Bin pinched his/Garrincha's face and felt the pain.

Some people say that if you want to know whether you are dreaming, just see if you feel pain.

This statement is actually problematic. 99% of people will wake up immediately when they have the thought "Am I dreaming?" in their dreams.

Only those who know they are dreaming can force themselves to wake up from the dream by causing themselves severe pain.

That’s what Shen Bin did. He pinched his face until it turned red and he was shaking in pain and couldn’t wake up.

Why? He didn't believe in time travel, he still thought it was a dream.

However, if you play with your dreams, your dreams will play with you.

Could it be that today was the day when dreams played tricks on him?

The old coach Luke Allison saw the young man smiling at him foolishly. When the ball rolled to the young man's feet, he didn't even look at the ground. The young man reflexively moved the inside of his left foot along the direction of the ball, and the ball stuck to the instep of his left foot, motionless.

The innocence of the young man slowly turned into a gleam in his eyes.

Luke was surprised. "Kid, can you tell me your name?"

Shen Bin wanted to answer that his name was Shen Bin, but another self could not help but answer: "My name is Manoel Francisco dos Santos, and others call me Garrincha (Little Bird). When I play football, they call me Garrincha."

The old coach was gradually infected by Garrincha's innocent smile, and he changed from an angry old man to a kind grandfather in an instant, "Okay! Birdie, let's go to the goal, you take the ball and attack, and Nilton defends.

You have to get past Nilton and shoot the ball into the goal behind Nilton, but the goal is only half the size of a normal goal.

On offense, if Nilton touches the ball or you can't score within two minutes, you lose, understand, kid?"

Shen Bin ran towards the goal with the ball.

"This kid has a left foot!" Both the old coach Luke and several assistant coaches showed expectant eyes. To outsiders, Shen Bin was just running with the ball, nothing special.

But in the eyes of these professionals, you can still see something different, excellent ball sense, smooth footwork, almost to the point where man and ball are one.

The staff had split the goal into two, and the assistant coach placed a football in the center of the penalty area.

Garrincha stepped on the football with his left foot, and Nilton stood more than one meter opposite Garrincha, ready to defend.

Garrincha touched the ball, swayed his upper body to the left, and got close to Nilton in one step. Nilton moved to the right and stretched out his foot to try to block the ball. Garrincha touched the bottom of the ball with the toe of his left foot, and the ball suddenly slid forward. His body twisted from Nilton's right side like a loach and caught up with the rolling football. He pushed the ball lightly with his right foot, and the football crossed the goal line.