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Brooke

This is the story about the boy I fell for, but to really understand why you have to know a bit about the game he loves.
You may know it as football*, but in old china the originally name was Ts'uh-chüh.
The point behind the game was simple: Teaching the soldiers strategy, agility, teamwork and attentiveness.
For the players the meaning of the gamer was quite different: Impression.
The winners got it all: glory, respect and sometimes even the heart of a girl.
There's a lot that's different about the game now, but the thing a player needs most hasn't changed at all - and if you find someone who has it, I'd tell you to never let go.

*football as soccer!

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HI! :)

This will be my first English written story.
My English's not perfect but I really hope you'll read it nevertheless. I'll try hard to avoid mistakes, promise.
I really hope you enjoy this story!