Recently, the vigorous World Cup has begun. From group stage, elimination stage to 16, 8, 4 and semi-final, every game is exquisite. I secretly admire that I fell in love with football and the World Cup.

I'm a fan, a fake fan. I don't have a favorite team, a favorite star and a favorite coach. I know nothing except Beckham, Totti, Cristiano Ronaldo and Pele. I don't know the success rate of free throws, what is a foul and how to get a corner kick.

I'm a fan, a crazy fan. I can stay up late, watch the game from 1 1 until 2 am, watch the game from 3 am to 5 am, and then go to sleep reluctantly, even if tomorrow is the final exam! I can be annoyed by the defeat of my favorite team for a long time, and then complain. I can talk about football with my classmates, and then I will argue with each other and blush.

I am a fan, especially a fan. I like the World Cup not because Beckham is so cool, nor because Pele and Diego Maradona are world-class. I just listened to the theme song of the World Cup, embraced the hope on the court, fell in love with football with gorgeous lights and passion, and fell in love with the place where countless people pinned their dreams.

I am a fan, a fan who can learn something from the World Cup. In the World Cup, I learned to appreciate and wait for my own teams-England, Holland and Argentina to create more glory and learn to work hard-I think the result is not important, but the process.

I am a fan, not why, because I am a fan, love dreams, love passion, and love to watch the stars struggle on the court. Now, I can shout: "I am a fan!" " "-because of the hard work on the court, because of the cooperation in the football match, because of the wonderful World Cup!