1 Big Dreams

All my life, I have been a football enthusiast. From before birth, I have been playing this wonderful game. Once upon a time in my mother's stomach and second on the narrow alleys of XYZ.

Football is a rather popular sport on the street, it is a pity that XYZians have no technique and make the game sweaty sex rather than actually playing it properly.

Then again, no one has taught them and the craze is more for different sports. It's where the money lies, all the funding and passion of the youth leaving almost none or mediocre players for Football.

Even those with talent amd potential get stomped similar to a growing plant which is then never watered again.

The environment just is not good enough for growth.

I relaxed against the football post, holding the ball in my arms as I glanced at the setting sun. Everyone was leaving the field.

A sigh escaped my mouth, today's match was horrible. We lost, yet again. My teammates just do not pass and keep trying to hog the wall. When will this rowdy bunch understand that this game is a team sport and the most beautiful aspect about it is passing?

It is a real pity. Sometimes I wish I was born in Europe. Maybe it would have nurtured me better and I would be a world-class player by now.

I opened my mobile and scrolled through the YouTube shorts, it was filled up with football edits with background music of songs like 'Parado no Baila, Uh uh open it up'.

I quit the app and logged into another which was streaming Barcelona versus Man United. Almost all the players were injured, Pedri played the first half before getting subbed off due to injury.

I watched for a while before stopping. Barcelona lost 2-1, in recent times my favorite team has become really damn sad to be a fan of. There often does not seem to be much hope.

Messi. He really was carrying the fuck out of Barcelona. I wish he would return but then Lewandoski might not like it, leading to a worse atmosphere in the dressing room.

Frustrated, I opened Instagram and messaged the legendary player Xavi(The manager for Barcelona).

'Play me. If you do, Barcelona will become great again.'

Not expecting a reply, I logged out of Instagram. Sliding my phone inside my pocket, I removed my pair of studs before slinging my bag across.

Manchester United, the red devils were rising under the guidance of Ten Hag. So is Real Madrid, slowly but steadily. It would really be a pity if Barcelona is not part of a new golden age of Football.

Despite it being a legacy club. Closing the gates of the field, I rode my cycle home with a head full of dreams and fantasy... of one day being able to play in the Champion's League... against Haaland, Mbappe, Rashford... all the new legends in making and surpassing the goats of the past, Messi and Ronaldo.

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*Squelch* *Squelch*

I opened my eyes slightly as the rays of the Sun shining through the windows, illuminating the room. Somewhere in the lower part of my body, I could feel my blood rushing and the feeling of ecstasy alongside it.

My cock was standing tall and proud and under the sheets was my friend's mother blowing the hell out of it.

A sigh escaped my mouth, I looked beside me, and as I thought... Chuck was fast asleep. Last night we smoked some weed and played FIFA all until morning so I was still feeling drowsy.

"Haven't I told you before, not to suck my cock when you are beside your son?" The woman in question did not reply, enjoying the meal to her best.

Rolling my eyes, I clutched her hair and fastened the bobbing motion. If she wants breakfast she has to work out for the protein.

Soon after, I jizzed all over her mouth and face. She licked her fingers as a smile came over her face.

"Thanks for the meal."

I rolled my eyes, "Glad you liked it." Getting up, I removed my T-shirt and pulled the woman over. "The least you can do is help me clean my body."

She nodded as we headed towards the shower.

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At the breakfast table.

I sat on the chair eating the food cooked by Dyanne(Chuck's mother). Across me was sitting her husband, reading the newspaper while drinking Tea.

"Chuck is still sleeping?" I nodded, "Played too many games last night. He did not reply and continued to read. "Aren't exams coming up for you all kids... are you guys even prepared."

This was my cue to ignore him this time. I drank the tea in a single gulp as I rushed into the kitchen where I slapped Dyanne's ass that wiggled upon contact due to surprise.

"Thanks for the delicious food, aunty." I winked before taking my bag and heading to my house which was just a block away.

Reaching my apartment, I opened it with the key before entering inside. It was fairly empty, not like I expected it to be filled.

I entered inside my room and plopped on my bed, my eyes felt heavy and I did not realize when but I fell into a deep slumber.

Upon waking up in the dark room, the first thing I did was open the curtains to see if it was evening and my guess was right it was.

Today there was no practice since it is a Sunday, so this meant I could sleep for more time if I want to but I am scared I will be unable to sleep at night.

I checked my phone for new messages and notifications having found nothing new... I then opened Instagram and surprisingly other than the dms of various females... there was a message from a verified person.

My eyes widened instantly upon seeing who the sender was... It was Xavi! I opened the chat instantly as I viewed the message with eager eyes.

'Okay.'

'Have booked a flight ticket for you to Barcelona.'

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'Good luck.'

Someone pinch my cheeks... am I dreaming?