GOAT

Hey guys, for this fanfic im gonna keep the grammar simple and not describe much cuz I don't wanna waste much time.

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[Xavi POV]

I was looking at the formation of Man United, since the moment Ten Hag has come into power... the club has been dominating like crazy.

The next match is important, Barcelona must defeat Real Madrid, an el-classico to pass the round of 16. We cannot afford to lose over here... if we do, we will be knocked out and the year will have gone waste.

I scribbled in my notebook, possible tactics that could be used in play when someone barged into my office.

"XAVI!"

I looked up, and Sergio Busquets was glaring at me, deep in my eyes with a lot of seriousness.

"You need to see this."

A frown ensnared on my face. "See what?"

He shook his head, pulling me by my hand as we walked to the football pitch. That is when I saw Team B practicing amongst themselves, out of them all... one stood out the most.

Sergio by the side spoke, an excited smile on his visage.

"Guess the number of goals."

I gulped my saliva. "Seven?" He shook his head, "Six?" Sergio shook his head to deny it again before speaking.

"Nine goals."

I looked back at the player, a handsome young man of XYZ descent. His legs moved across the field as if he was dancing before kicking the ball in a lofty manner.

The ball hovered as it landed on Lucas Román's head, tapping inside the net with the classic satisfying sound of them touching.

"GOAL!!!!!"

I stared at the player who assisted with a shocked face. That was a perfect assist, the likes of Leo himself.

Xavi looked back at Busquets before pointing at the unknown new defender. "How many did he score?"

Busquets looked at his former teammate and now a coach with an estranged smile.

"4 goals, 6 assists."

My jaw dropped, and I regained my demeanor before nodding.

"Well, I am impressed with him.... but... who is he?"

Busquets nodded and smiled at Xavi, scratching his head.

"Well, that is what I wanted to ask you."

"Idk brah."

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I panted a little. Today, I pushed myself to my absolute limits. One header, two goals from a long distance, and one loft kick. If I were, to be honest, it surprised me... the grade of Barca B players is low... or maybe I am just too good.

I clutched the ball in my hand. It was fifa approved by Adidas. Its material was top quality I could tell just by touching it.

In my entire life, I had never played with such a good ball. It was the first time. I glanced at my studs, they were rather worn out too. It would suck to buy one with the meager money I possess.

Just as I was gonna steal the ball away sneakily, a voice interrupted me... leaving me surprised.

"Excuse me."

I turned around gulping, "I was just borrowing the ball."

The approaching man looked at me confused as he came closer. It was then that I recognized him.

"XAVI!"

A frown crept onto his face. "You know me?"

I looked at him deadpan. Is there anyone in the football world who does not know this legendary midfielder? Probably some dumbass.

"Yes, obviously. You were the one who sent me the flight ticket. Did you forget?"

A look of realization came upon his face as he blossomed into a burst of smiles. "I did not expect you would come. I booked the ticket on a fluke."

I shook my head. For him, the money he spent on the ticket might not even be spare change but even lower.

"Well well, you invited me and here I am. Now what?"

He placed a finger on his chin as he contemplated a little.

"You are a good player. In the practice match among Barca B players, you played rather skillfully. So many goals and assists are unheard of in a single game... among professionals. Maybe... we can have you give tryouts, if you pass... you are directly in Team A as a substitute. You up?"

I clenched my fists. My entire life, I have slaved away. Serving people at McDonald's, Starbucks... just so I could keep buying jerseys, shoes... and everything that would help me better my game.

Playing for a top-tier team, being in Europe... even talking to one of my idols... Xavi... was just a dream.

I bit my lips, and a trickle of blood flowed from them. This is real. This is reality. I am here... in Europe, in front of Xavi, and being offered an opportunity. An Opportunity that can change my life around.

I am not losing, not here... not now... not ever.

"Yes. I am. Let's do this."

Xavi smiled. From behind him, Sergio Busquets followed up, he winked at me as all the players on the ground listening to our conversation. U-16s, U-14s, U-12s, Barca B, the janitors, the ball boys, the water boys... everyone.

This was an opportunity of a lifetime and as Eminem asked,

'If you had one shot, or one opportunity

To seize everything you ever wanted

One moment

Would you capture it or just let it slip?'

My answer is, yes, I will fucking capture it. I will be the GOAT of the GOAT.