Outside the wire fence, a limping uncle leaned on it, watching the game. He couldn't play himself, so he could only enjoy the spectacle as a bystander.
However, the level of these amateur players clearly didn't impress him. As he watched, the limping uncle couldn't help but start ranting.
"Tackle! What a waste of an opportunity!"
"Damn, pass back, don't you understand passing back?"
"Come on, can't you assess the situation around you? It's complete chaos!"
"Too amateurish, not a single one knows how to play football!"
Mumbling to himself, the limping uncle looked as if he desperately wished he could run onto the pitch himself. In his eyes, these amateur players were so terrible, it was like an adult watching a game for three-year-olds, which really killed the excitement.
As he ranted, the limping uncle seemed to recall something, and his gaze suddenly turned melancholic.
