Every time I step onto the field, all worries are swept away by the running. The rolling ball underfoot is all my obsession; passing, positioning, blocking—every cooperation hides a tacit understanding. When sprinting, the wind is in my ears; at the moment of shooting, my heartbeat reaches its peak; the cheers after scoring are a romance unique to football.

Winning or losing is never the only answer; getting up immediately after falling, fighting hard even when behind, the moment when teammates reach out to help is far more touching than the score. Football has nothing to do with age; you don't need extraordinary talent—just a willingness to run and you can feel happiness.

The cheers from the stands, the jerseys soaked in sweat, teammates sharing water after the game—ordinary days shine brightly because of the green field. May I always keep my passion for football, with a heart full of enthusiasm, rushing to every game I love, forever moved by this pitch under my feet.