"Golden Boy."
This is what they call him in the San Francisco 49ers' locker room. On the surface, Garoppolo and his teammates joke around, but he knows the malice behind this nickname.
People envy him, relying on the two faces of the League, Brady and Li Wei, he has a dazzling future. He has only played a few games in his career but enjoys a top salary in the League, rolling on a bed full of green bills.
Yet no one knows the pain and pressure he carries. Despite Donald Yee repeatedly telling him that this contract is deserved, he always feels that the contract is like a curse, deeply emblazoned on his forehead.
Like a slave's tag.
If he could, he would rather not have the "Golden Boy" name, but earn his contract through his hard work, step by step.
However, once the move is made, there's no turning back, and now it's too late to change anything—
Whether it's Reeves Stadium or the position of starting quarterback for the San Francisco 49ers.
Everything has settled.
