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Greatest Of All Legends

“Who is the football GOAT?” A question that has been asked countless times in the last decade. Is it Cristiano Ronaldo or Lionel Messi? To be fair, the question actually depended on what one wanted from a player as they were two different people and they played differently from the other. This was also the case with every other legendary player to grace the game. As a diehard fan of the game, Jason Bolu also had someone he thought to be the goat, but unlike most people, he harbored the desire to not only become as great as them, but even greater than any legend that ever graced the game. He wanted to become the Greatest Of All Legends… the GOAL. Unfortunately, fate has never cared about people’s hopes and dreams, and just like every other unfortunate human, she hit him hard across the face with a broken reality and sent him flying in another direction from his goal, yet he didn’t give up and continually persevered but, in the end, he didn’t ever make it. He wasn’t even halfway near his goal. He thought it was over… but it wasn’t. He got another chance at his dreams, and this time he was going to do more than his best to achieve his dream. *disclaimer* There is no system or cheats, just plain hard work and a past life of experience.. Also, despite the use of real-life characters, places and things, this is an artistic creation in which things wouldn't be as they are in real life so don't be surprised at some things that are unrealistic and out of place e.g. exact details, attitude of characters etc. This is a slow-paced novel. Join my discord channel and let's have fun together... link below, https://discord.com/invite/QpbCdNZW

Sphire1707 · Sport
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An Apology

**22nd February 2020**

Jason stepped out of his car with his sports bag on his shoulder and he headed towards the locker room of the CTFD Portogaia training center, locking the doors of his vehicle with the push of a button.

After his argument with Mylo the day before, Mylo had left the apartment and had not come back until the early hours of the next morning but Jason was already asleep by then.

Jason as usual woke up to clothes that did not belong to either of the inhibitors of the apartment, but he didn't care about it as he did his own thing, quickly preparing a smoked salmon sandwich that would serve as a light breakfast before taking his things and heading out to the training complex.

As Jason walked to the locker room in a bid to change into his training gear, a lot of things swirled across his mind.