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Greatest Of All Legends

“Who is the football GOAT?” A question that has been asked countless times in the last decade. Is it Cristiano Ronaldo or Lionel Messi? To be fair, the question actually depended on what one wanted from a player as they were two different people and they played differently from the other. This was also the case with every other legendary player to grace the game. As a diehard fan of the game, Jason Bolu also had someone he thought to be the goat, but unlike most people, he harbored the desire to not only become as great as them, but even greater than any legend that ever graced the game. He wanted to become the Greatest Of All Legends… the GOAL. Unfortunately, fate has never cared about people’s hopes and dreams, and just like every other unfortunate human, she hit him hard across the face with a broken reality and sent him flying in another direction from his goal, yet he didn’t give up and continually persevered but, in the end, he didn’t ever make it. He wasn’t even halfway near his goal. He thought it was over… but it wasn’t. He got another chance at his dreams, and this time he was going to do more than his best to achieve his dream. *disclaimer* There is no system or cheats, just plain hard work and a past life of experience.. Also, despite the use of real-life characters, places and things, this is an artistic creation in which things wouldn't be as they are in real life so don't be surprised at some things that are unrealistic and out of place e.g. exact details, attitude of characters etc. This is a slow-paced novel. Join my discord channel and let's have fun together... link below, https://discord.com/invite/QpbCdNZW

Sphire1707 · Sports
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395 Chs

Bloodline II

{I do remember and it's not one country… it's countries} Jason read Daphne's text and his right eyebrow rose in confusion.

{Huh? What do you mean countries?} Jason quickly texted back, his curiosity beginning to rise but he could do nothing but wait till Daphne replied.

{This is why it's good to actually try and find out about things instead of spending most of your day brooding like Bruce Wayne} Daphne texted and began typing again.

{Your mother's father was Samoan. He's probably the one you got your long curly hair from. However, your mother's mother was from Norway and that's where your mother's blue eyes, and now yours, come from} Daphne finally gave an answer that could satisfy Jason's curiosity, but Jason was now more surprised than ever.

{... At this point, am I even American at all?} Jason texted back, a wry smile on his face as his fingers continuously tapped his screen.