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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.

Sphire1707 · Sports
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246 Chs

First MOTM

After laying on the ground for more than ten seconds while waiting for the mental roller coaster to be over, Jason sat up to see his jersey number in red on the board that was being held by the assistant referee on the sidelines.

Jason simply stood up without a hint of defiance and began dusting his clothes before heading to the sidelines because judging by how his vision was squirming as if he was in a sharingan-induced genjutsu, it was safe to say, the match was over for him already.

He didn't even dare to jog to the sidelines for that reason as he could currently not trust his sense of balance, but despite how he internally felt, Jason's impassive face made it seem like he was okay.

Somehow, even his slightly wavering steps weren't noticed as he clapped while heading to the sidelines.