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The God Of Playmakers

"As a footballer, what do you desire the most?" For most footballers, the answer to that question was very simple, they all wanted the same thing. Besides the goalkeepers, they all wanted to score more goals and win more awards because that was the criteria used to judge the best players. However, Axel was different, just like every other footballer, he wanted to become one of the GOATs of the game if not the goat but he wanted to do it his own way. Why do all the great players and legends have so many goals compared to the assists and none of the so-called great playmakers has been able to reach five hundred assists while a good number of great goal scorers has crossed that number for goals? Is it because assists are harder to pull off compared to goals? No, it's because they are neglected. If most players were to choose between a goal and an assist, they would pick goals all the way but assists are just as important, they all lead to the same result which is contributing toward winning the game. If they are going to put goals ahead, then I am going to put assists ahead, I will surpass all their assists records and put an unbelievable gap between me and them. I will become the first player to reach an unimaginable number of assists, I will become the god of playmakers and no one will ever come close. **** This is my second attempt in trying to write a good football novel so please give this one a read, thank you.

Franklin_Nwakamma · Sports
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Chapter 102: The Next Morning

The siblings didn't say another word to each other after their fight that night, the house was completely silent as they did the things they needed to do before going to bed.

To be precise, it was more like Ariel didn't want to talk to him because he made an attempt to talk to her but asking her when she was planning to return to school but she ignored him.

The midfielder went to bed thinking about the look she gave to him before heading upstairs, it looked like she was about to burst into tears.

He made his way upstairs a few minutes later, he just wanted to head to bed and forget about whatever happened tonight but just as he was about to open the door, he heard soft sobs coming from her room.

He just stood there in a dilemma, there were a few options to choose from but in the end, he walked into his room and slammed the door shut.