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The God Of Playmakers

"As a footballer, what do you desire the most?" For most footballers, the answer to that question was very simple, they all wanted the same thing. Besides the goalkeepers, they all wanted to score more goals and win more awards because that was the criteria used to judge the best players. However, Axel was different, just like every other footballer, he wanted to become one of the GOATs of the game if not the goat but he wanted to do it his own way. Why do all the great players and legends have so many goals compared to the assists and none of the so-called great playmakers has been able to reach five hundred assists while a good number of great goal scorers has crossed that number for goals? Is it because assists are harder to pull off compared to goals? No, it's because they are neglected. If most players were to choose between a goal and an assist, they would pick goals all the way but assists are just as important, they all lead to the same result which is contributing toward winning the game. If they are going to put goals ahead, then I am going to put assists ahead, I will surpass all their assists records and put an unbelievable gap between me and them. I will become the first player to reach an unimaginable number of assists, I will become the god of playmakers and no one will ever come close. **** This is my second attempt in trying to write a good football novel so please give this one a read, thank you.

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Chapter 45: Agent Suggestion

With the match against United now done, there weren't going to be any English Premier League games until next year and that meant that Axel didn't have any games until next year.

He wasn't part of the Champions League squad so he couldn't join them in their last two league matches.

They were also out of the Carabao Cup so they had no match day.

With the new day already here, the youngster was in the garage already making the day useful to himself. 

He had the door closed because of the cold, and with the room's temperature a little higher now, he started his day with a run on the treadmill. 

He ran on the machine for a couple of minutes before getting off to stretch his body a little. 

"Last night was something." He muttered under his breath before doing a lateral lunge to the right.

'Beating United would have gotten us into first place yesterday but I guess things were bound to happen this way.