[At that moment, I felt utterly dejected, even lost my appetite for lunch. Mom, it's a pity that your son is not a born genius. In soccer, I always seem to lag half a beat behind others, clumsy.]
[Sometimes I even fantasize in my dreams how great it would be if I could swap souls with my teammate Tang.]
[I also long to be like him, the undisputed star on the field, winning fans' roaring cheers with countless spectacular goals and earning the genuine admiration of teammates.]
[But why can't I do it? I'm obviously a year older than Tang, yet the maturity he exhibits in his play seems ten years more seasoned than mine!]
[I have even fantasized about one day being able to guide him. "Tang, your positioning is wrong; you should run in the opposite direction!" "Your timing for the shot is poor!" "Didn't you see your teammate's positioning? You should have passed the ball earlier!"]
