A boy from the mountains: I won't join the national football team.

In 2000, the rainy season in the mountain villages of Guizhou was exceptionally long. Sixteen-year-old Zhang San's only entertainment while herding sheep each day was kicking wild pomelos that rolled down the mountain streams like balls.

Brazilian scout Ricardo Silva, having gotten lost, stumbled upon this secluded green oasis and witnessed a boy barefoot pulling a pomelo into a broken basket perched on a tree branch thirty meters away.

“This is impossible!” Ricardo muttered to himself.

The villagers laughed: "Can a shepherd boy kick a pomelo and eat it?"

Ricardo pulled out all the dollars he had and slapped them in front of the village chief: "His left foot is worth a World Cup!"

When Zhang San's name resounded throughout Europe, he received a cold official letter from the Chinese Football Association: "Zhang San will never be selected for the Chinese national team."

Amid the global uproar, Ricardo calmly flipped through his old scouting notes:

"The reason? It's simple. That child's talent shouldn't be bound by anything, not even his homeland."