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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 103: Just Be Careful

"So, are you going to answer my question now, Axel?" Victor inquired before sitting down beside him on the pitch.

After training for a while on the pitch, the players were enjoying a short break now and Victor wanted to use the opportunity to bring up a topic he raised yesterday.

"Huh? Answer your question about what?" Axel turned to him with confusion.

"Uh… don't tell me you've forgotten, I asked you a question during the match yesterday."

"Really? You asked me a question?"

"Axel."

The two locked eyes at that moment starting something akin to a staring contest and after just twenty seconds, Axel gave up and turned away from him with a sigh of defeat.

"You're quite persistent."

"So, you do remember."

"Of course I do, I don't have the memory of a goldfish." He retorted.

"I think it would be really interesting if you did."