Inside the spacious stadium, a sea of people had gathered. A single glance revealed that nearly everyone was wearing a number 9 jersey.
The microphone was passed to a slightly chubby young man.
Having been called upon, he stood up excitedly, his eyes fixed on Batty in the center of the pitch below. He stammered out a greeting.
"Hello, Batty. My name is Sun Linan."
He was so excited that for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
"Share a story about Batty, right? I've prepared for this. I wrote it all down."
He fumbled around in his bag and pulled out a piece of paper. He unfolded it, then cleared his throat with a couple of soft coughs.
His nervous reaction drew some laughter from the surrounding fans.
He didn't care. He took a deep breath, his eyes glued to Batty below.
Batty, also in a number 9 jersey, looked back at him from twenty meters away. He smiled and clapped, signaling for everyone to encourage the young man.
