Top-of-the-Table Clash

"Su, we'll definitely beat Chelsea, right?"

Just before entering the stadium, Su Dong stood in the players' tunnel at the Etihad Stadium, making his final preparations when a childish voice suddenly reached his ears. It was the young ball boy beside him.

Su Dong smiled faintly and nodded. "Of course. Watch the match."

He bent down and retied his shoelaces. Su Dong noticed that the ball boy was short and thin, but looked very energetic.

"You're from the Youth Team?" Su Dong asked casually, finding the boy quite likable.

"Mm. I'm in the U13 age group, but I'm only ten. My name's Phil," the boy said proudly.

Whether it was because Su Dong had spoken to him first, making him feel proud, or because he was proud of entering the U13s early at the age of ten, the boy's first impression on Su Dong was one of confidence.

"You're a little thin. You need to work on your physique, or you'll suffer for it." Su Dong reached out and rubbed his head.

The boy named Phil chuckled. "I don't rely on my physique."

"Oh? What do you rely on?"

"Technique!" Phil said confidently. "I can get past everyone, just like you."

Su Dong was stunned at first, then laughed. He felt as though he had become a bad example.

"I'm not as good as you think. I can't get past everyone."

"But I've watched a lot of your matches. No one can stop you, especially that time you dribbled past six players in a row. I thought it was amazing." Phil's face was full of admiration.

Su Dong thought back. That must have happened during his time in La Liga, and even he had almost forgotten about it.

"That was an accident, Phil. Normally, I can't get past that many