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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 54: Champions League Problem

"Ahh…. It's so good to be back here." Axel remarked as he slowly walked out of the tunnel alongside Peterson and Andrea and took a deep breath.

"You were training with us until we finished our UCL group stage games, it hasn't been that long, buddy." Andrea retorted.

He sounded a bit too serious for a comment that didn't really mean anything.

"Yeah, I know but somehow it feels like I've been away from here for a very long time."

"Oh, let me guess, Christmas wasn't that fun for you?" Peterson inquired.

"No, that's quite the opposite, last Christmas was one of the best Christmas I've had, I even got a new pair of boots from my best friend." He intoned with a cheerful ring to his voice.

"Oh, I see, then you must have been so eager for the season to resume that it ended up feeling like a long time."

"Bingo." The youngster blurted as soon as he finished saying that.