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"George, the winner!"

"Huang George scored a left-footed free kick. Left foot!!!"

"As a right-footed player, he scored a free kick with his left foot. One minute on stage takes ten years of work offstage—George has clearly put in a tremendous amount of effort."

"It wasn't easy to beat South Korea. Over ninety-six minutes, George ran fourteen kilometers. That kind of athleticism can't help but remind people of Huang Kaiwen."

"Yes, today George reduced Son Heung-min's effectiveness by seventy or eighty percent. More importantly, his defense against Lee Kang-in and his organization of the back line were both outstanding. In George, we saw fighting spirit, stamina, perseverance, and powerful leadership."

"George leading his teammates over to thank the fans gives us every reason to expect even more from him."

George applauded the stands, continuously giving thumbs-ups.

"George!"

"George!"

"George!"

The fans in the stands grew even more excited.

"Watch your safety! Don't wander off alone!" George shouted through cupped hands. "Whatever you do, don't let those little Koreans beat you up. They've never been able to handle losing."

His words drew laughter from quite a few fans.

Da Lei curled his lip. "Why does this kid feel even more Chinese than me?"

"How can you define someone's heart by their skin color?"

George turned around and asked.

Seeing Da Lei freeze up, he smiled.

"Huang George, drug test."

The assistant coach reminded him, "After the test, go to the mixed zone. The domestic media all want to interview you."

George immediately nodded with a smile.

Compared to George, he preferred being called Huang George.

Even if adding the surname made it sound less intimate.

But if someone could not even remember their own surname, did not even know who they were, what meaning was there in living?

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