"Bro, even if you're joking, let's be realistic. How long is a sprint anyway? 100 meters in under 10 seconds, and then they need to recover, with lots of pre-race preparation. A soccer match is over 10,000 meters. If you run constantly like that, even Bolt can't handle it."
"Aren't we supposed to be discussing goals? Why are we talking about Huang Kaiwen's speed?"
"What's there to discuss about goals? We're used to it."
On the stands, Hart had a smug smile.
At the time, he really didn't think much of it.
He didn't expect that saying those words could have such a benefit.
In the first leg of this season, Huang Kaiwen returned just in time to miss out.
Today is the second meeting, and he didn't even make the squad.
He managed to avoid both legs of the league.
He planned to go out and celebrate with friends in the evening.
Huang Kaiwen finished celebrating at the corner flag, and walked back with his teammates, laughing and chatting.
