More Injuries

A month had passed since Omari and Chris met with Alex on search for a new agent. A few days after their meeting, Alex sent the contract offer. Chris had some of his lawyers re read the contract just to be sure that Alex hadn't attempted anything sneaky.

The negotiation with Teesside over a new contract for Omari was also going well. They were scheduled to sign the contract after a week or so, much to Omari's delight.

Alex also told him that a couple of top flight clubs had asked about him but Omari declined to speak with any one of their representative. They were all good clubs but they all had one fatal flaw... Omari had never heard of them before.

He made good progress with his training though, he had used up all the traini g points that was awarded to him by the system and when he saw the results, be couldn't help but nod his head in satisfaction.

"System, I would like to see my stats" Omari muttered. He was currently laying atop his bed, thinking about how to maximize his training time. He was currently in the middle of exams in his school and he was thinking of how he was going to find time to train after normal team training and actually read for the exams.

Even though he had his sight set on becoming a pro footballer, he didn't actually want to flunk out of school. He needed his high school diploma for other things he would have to do once be finished with school.

|Ding! Downloading user stats|

|Data override|

|Name: Omari Hutchingson|

|Club: Middlesbrough F.C|

|Team role: Youth player climbing through the ranks|

|Shirt number: 77|

|Attributes|

|Speed: 78 > 81|

|Dribbling: 70> 74|

|Shooting: 71> 75|

|Passing: 73 > 74|

|Accuracy: 72 > 74|

|Physique: 75 > 76|

|Crossing: 68 > 70|

|Pace: 81||

|Positioning: 79 > 80|

|Defending: 59|

|Overall Player Rating: 71 > 72|

|Overall Player Potential: 80|

|Skills: Stepover [Upgradable], Curler [Upgradable], Pinpoint finishing [Unupgradable], Quickfeet [Upgradable], Dash[Upgradable]|

|Titles: (Star player), (Youth prospect)|

|Awards: Nil|

Club: Middlesbrough FC

|Games: 5|

|Goals: 2|

|Assists: 1|

|GxG: 0.4| (Goals per game ratio)

|G/IxG: 0.6|(Goal involvement per game ratio)

Omari smiled when he saw the increase to his stats. Despite how little the improvement to his overall player rating was, be was well aware that he was progressing at a bizarre pace.

He got slight improvement after some matches and training session which led to the conclusion that actual on field playing had an effect on the rate at which his stats increase.

After a few more minutes of thought, Omari realized that he would have to suspend his personal training for the time being. He had to be a peak condition he wanted to write exams and play matches at the same time.

Fee minutes later, he fell asleep.

***

After a very troublesome day at school, Ayanfe and Omari walked together to the training facilities. When they got there, the realized that there was a pretty dull atmosphere inside.

Ayanfe seemed to be very puzzled but Omari had a knowing smile on his face.

This should be the time when the two goalkeepers got injured at once. This also means that Ayanfe's time to shine is very near.

Omari would've smiled to himself when he was thinking about such, but he had to keep his emotions in check. It would look quite strange if everyone was looking downcast and gloomy and he had a big smile on his face.

"What happened?" Ayanfe asked Mathias Clurke, one of the senior players.

Mathias looked at Ayanfe for some seconds and shook his head. "We are so fucked" he muttered under his breath.

After trying and failing to get news on the reason of the gloomy atmosphere, Ayanfe and Omari finally found Jack.

"Hey man" Omari and Ayanfe waved at Jack who had a frown on his face.

"Second choice and under twenty three goalkeepers both got injured in training this morning" Jack didn't bother to return the greeting, he just dropped the bombshell.

"That makes sense now" Ayanfe muttered under his breath. "Means I'm starting the next match then" Ayanfe said.

Jack scoffed. "Did you check who we're playing against next?"

"London Blue?" Ayanfe answered. "League cup round four"

"And you're still this nonchalant?" Jack raised an eyebrow.

"It's something called confidence" Ayanfe cracked his fingers.

"Confidence is believing in your abilities" Jack retorted. "Stupidity is a seventeen year old goalkeeper with no experience whatsoever in first team football thinking he's going to do well against a team that's competing for top four in the English League"

After Jack finished talking, he stormed off, leaving an amused Omari and a dumbfounded Ayanfe.

"He seems grumpy this morning" Ayanfe muttered under his breath.

"Leave him, he's just angry that it wasn't one of the midfielders that got injured" Omari said.

"Oi!" As soon as Omari finished talking, a dee voice sounded from behind them. "Don't be making jokes like that, it's bad luck" Mathias said. "And come into the dressing room, Michael wants to address everyone"

A/N: Really short chapter lads and lasses, I know. Just felt like I had to put this chapter out there or I'll procrastinate on doing it and... We know how that story turns out.

I've been seeing a lot of encouraging comments, a lot more than I expected to see since there was a long hiatus and I'm proud to say I'm at the stage where I feel like I can say this without getting embarrassed.

Power stones speak louder than words :D