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NOTE: I'm going to be very honest, the first few chapters after chapter 3 are very poor therefore, to enhance the reading experience, I advise you to read after the section unless you want background detail of Julian albeit with serious levels of cringe. Ever since he was a kid, Julian always aspired to be a footballer. He tried everything from training intensely to going on strict diets. He was accepted into an academy, one of the best academies, his favorite team, Manchester United. However, he was axed from the team. Why? He had no football skill. The only reason he even became an academy player was because of his vigorous training but sadly, that still wasn't enough. One day, as he lay on his death bed, the only thought which passed his mind was: "I will be the best footballer there ever was!" Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kingw0lfy/?hl=en or just kingw0lfy. Twitter: https://mobile.twitter.com/w0lfie8 or just w0lfie8 PS: Cover Art not mine. Also, might no be able to post as much because of school. Anyways, hope you enjoy!
Ever since I was a kid, I was always told I had the talent to become one of the football greats like Pele and Maradona. Naturally, as a kid, I believed what they said and because of this, I grew self-obsessed and egotistical. Whenever at school, whenever at home, I would always boast how great I was at football and how I would easily stand at the pinnacle in a few years.
But then, at the Manchester United trials, when I was the mere age of 8, I realized.
The belief that I was some sort of football God was all an illusion set up by my parents, my friends and lastly myself.
I remember how I cried a flood that night and how my passion for the sport I loved, football, faded. Well, almost faded.
After that horrible defeat at the trials, a sudden flame of determination ignited within me, I thought to myself "I was going to become the best".
Actually, it was more like" I am the best, how could I not get through, watch me, you stupid old man, I'm going to make an example of you next time." But, hey, I was dead set on passing through.
Over the next 4 years, I trained myself to the bone, doing the most intense workouts and exercises all in hope that I could get through the Manchester United trials and my training...it paid off. As soon as I heard I had been accepted, I was elated and over the moon; and just like my usual self, I bragged a lot and I mean A LOT.
Because of my overconfident and self centered attitude, I believed I was already the best and put a stop to all of my training except my academy training. My belief was that as soon as you entered the academy, you would have a cruise through the future and not meet any problems. Obviously, that wasn't the case and I was axed from the under 15's team as I had not progressed at all since the age of 12. At that point, I was absolutely livid and full of indescribable rage. I even went as far as trying to sabotage the league games and causing massive disruption at matches. But as I grew older, I realized...I just wasn't talented.
