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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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#SLICEOFLIFE
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#POORTORICH

Weird man II

David was slouched on his couch, utterly defeated. After losing yet another match to Zoey, he was now venting his frustrations out loud. "This is ridiculous! How does she keep doing that? I score first, and then she just... I don't know, becomes an AI cheat code or something!"

Zoey's voice came through the headset, completely unfazed. "Dude, you had your moment, now it's my turn. You're welcome to try again after I finish this game."

David groaned. "I swear, if I lose this next one... I'm going to eat my controller."

That was when the doorbell rang. His eyes flickered toward the door. "Oh great. The food's here. At least I get some Chinese to drown my sorrows."

He got up lazily and walked to the door, muttering under his breath about the string of bad luck he had with Zoey and the endless string of losses. "My order's around," he called out, not really expecting much.