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The Next Big Thing

"Football isn't just a game"—it's life. For 16-year-old David Jones, football is more than a sport; it's an escape, a calling, and the only thing that makes sense in a world full of challenges. The electric thrill of scoring a last-minute winner, the roar of the crowd—it’s the closest thing to freedom he knows. But David's journey is far from simple. Blessed with extraordinary talent yet burdened by fiery anger, he’s fighting battles on and off the pitch. Growing up as the son of a Nigerian immigrant and a British mother, David navigates the pressures of cultural expectations, the weight of his own ambitions, and the scrutiny of a sport that demands perfection. Passion drives him forward, but his temper holds him back. Can he channel his emotions and prove himself worthy of being football's next big star? David Jones: The Next big thing is a gripping coming-of-age story about resilience, identity, and the unrelenting pursuit of dreams. Disclaimer: This work is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All trademarks, brand names, and other proprietary rights mentioned or depicted are the property of their respective owners and are used for illustrative purposes only. This work is not affiliated with or endorsed by any brand, company, or individual mentioned. All rights reserved to their respective owners.

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The Price of Brilliance

David Jones stood near the edge of the pitch, his heart still pounding from the thrill of his goal. The rush of the moment lingered, the echoes of the ball hitting the net still fresh in his mind. A satisfied smile tugged at his lips as he turned, ready to make his way to the corner post to celebrate. Just as he took his first step forward, a sudden rush of air brushed past his ear, sharp and swift, like something had just narrowly missed him.

Startled, he spun around, his pulse quickening.

Millwall's goalkeeper, Bartosz Białkowski, stood a few steps away, his arm still extended, fingers slightly curled as if he had just pulled back from an attempted strike. His usually composed face was twisted in a scowl, eyes burning with something between frustration and fury.