“Ole!Ole,ole,ole!Wearethechampions!Ole!Ole,ole,ole!Wearethechampions!Wearethechampions!Ole!Ole,ole,ole……”

Everyone sang "We Are Champions" together, jumping on the podium, and the gold medals on their necks shone brightly with their movements. In front of them, the championship trophy of the National High School Football Championship. It was the second year, winning the national championship for the second consecutive year. It was a great happiness and honor for the entire Shuguang team. For senior high school players like Kaka, when they saw this trophy, they thought they should say goodbye. Today they hugged each other and sang "We Are Champions" and maybe they would hugged each other and said goodbye tomorrow...

"Are you still playing football, Zhang Jun?"

"Kick!"

"That's good. As long as you are still playing football and I am still playing football, we will definitely meet again..."

Kaka opened his eyes and found that the morning sun was still a bit dazzling. Although the temperature in winter was low, the sun had nothing to do with the temperature. He turned over and got up, and the last club to try out today, got up early and prepared.

After washing up, he saw his father and mother in the living room. His young brother was running around the dining table, and he really couldn't get idle for a moment. Looking at his brother's innocent smile, Kaka also smiled. In the past three years of his absence, this naughty brother must have caused a lot of trouble for his parents.

"Brother is up!"

The parents turned their heads over, the mother got up to serve his breakfast, and the father looked at him carefully.

Kaka teased her younger brother while having breakfast. Her mother smiled and looked at the two brothers.

"Are you ready?" Dad asked Kaka with the newspaper on the table.

"Yeah." I don't know why, but I talked to my father on the phone, but after I got home, I didn't know what to say.

"Does my brother go to play football again?" In the heart of his four-year-old little brother Reic, whether he was playing football in his backyard or at Morumbi Stadium (the home court of Morumbi Sao Paulo Club). Kaka smiled and said to him: "Yes, go play football!"

In Brazil, countless teenagers dream of playing football and making a name for themselves. Kaka's parents are no exception. They hope Kaka can make a name for themselves on the road of professional football. Therefore, as soon as Kaka came back from China, they were busy with Kaka's future, but they ran all the clubs of all sizes near Sao Paulo, and the other party didn't even watch Kaka's football. When they heard that this young man with a little oriental appearance came back from China, they said with a smile: "Okay, OK, please let us consider it." After seeing off the guests, they "consider" indefinitely. Although my father is very confident in Kaka's strength, there is no way for others to admit it. They have to change to another club. Every time my father says, "Let's change the next one?"

Kaka just nodded: "Okay."

In this way, a month has passed, and today is the last one and the largest one. If you don’t succeed, you will be successful.

Kaka picked up the memo and read it. Under the column on July 13, there was only one word: "Sao Paulo"

Gomez Pedro Street, São Paulo, Brazil.

"You said he came back from China?" Sao Paulo's coach Santana asked the oriental man beside him with a smile.

The man nodded.

Kaka lightly scored a defender with a man ball.

"That China has Tiananmen Square and the Great Wall?"

The man nodded.

Kaka used a fake body to trick the goalkeeper into the empty goal and gently pushed the ball into the empty goal. Kaka's red team led the yellow team 3:0, Kaka scored two goals and assisted one goal.

Santana's expression became very strange: "What a joke? He had been in China for three years with his skills? In Brazil, people with such skills and awareness have already joined the professional team, and they are likely to have played the main force on behalf of the first team! You actually said that he went to China and did not develop in Brazil? God!" Seeing that the other party was looking at him, Santana calmed down a little, "Uh... your surname... what is his nationality?"

"Brazil, although I am Chinese, his mother is Brazilian. He was born in Brazil..."

Santana interrupted the other party, slapped his hands and raised his head: "Thank God! Sandy! Get the contract!"

A short and fat man ran over and started to arrange things.

Dad watched Sandy get busy while Santana called the club chairman while looking at his excited expression, as if he kicked out a 50-carat diamond.

"Mr. Chairman, you must believe me. I can guarantee that he is simply a genius! There is only one genius in Brazil for thirty years! I only watched his performance for thirty minutes and was so impressed! He gave me the feeling that it was a replica of our club's Rai before! Fast speed! Good skills! It can organize attacks and make timely fill-ups and goals! Oh my God! It's so perfect! Mr. Chairman, if we let him out of the door like this today, we will have nightmares every day!"

The long five minutes, yes, only five minutes. Dad could see that the Chairman was not interested in this unknown person, while the Coach was working hard to convince him. He himself really hoped that his son could stay in this famous big club, which would be of great help to his future development.

Five minutes later, Santana put down the phone and walked towards him with a smile on his face: "Okay, Mr. Li, I think we can sign the contract."

The two parties have already agreed on the contract itself, and now all they need to do is sign their respective names where they should be signed.

Santana looked at the contract with satisfaction, wait... the name of this genius...

"Uh, Mr. Li, your son's name?"

"Ricard Isekson..."

"Please call me Kaka." Kaka looked at the two of them with a smile.

On that dusty afternoon, someone in sweat hugged another person and shouted: "Kaka! Kaka! Nice name! I like it!"

"Kaká?" the two asked in unison.
Chapter completed!