A smile quickly appeared on his face. He didn't linger by Ma'el's side but ran step by step towards the green field, looking to try a couple of kicks with a soccer ball.
"Deng deng deng."
Watching his joyful running figure, Ma'el remembered when he once ran to the pitch wearing Hans' shoes, running towards his own future... He hoped that this kid would have the same journey.
He had once gifted himself, giving himself a pair of now-collaborative soccer shoes.
"His name is Alfonso, a kid from Grini. Due to rampant drug and smuggling activities, it's very impoverished there."
A staff member had been observing Ma'el, seemingly understanding his thoughts, and explained, "His mother is raising four children on her own, and they struggle with food, so there's naturally no money to support him.
"He seldom accepts assistance from the coaches, who have to lend him new cleats under the guise of borrowing.
