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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.

Franklin_Nwakamma · Olahraga
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Chapter 127: Weird

Axel went to bed that night with the pain in his nose almost completely subdued so he was able to get a good night's rest.

Anyway, after their victory against Chelsea yesterday, they were given a day off to recover and that was good for Axel because he wasn't planning to show up for training anyway but he still got up as early as 5:50:AM.

He sat on his bed for a while before he slowly got up on his feet and began to stretch his body. He did that for a while before he exited the room and headed over to the bathroom.

He took everything he needed to take off in there and walked out with his morning face washed away.

"Time to head downstairs for a little exercise." He muttered as he made his way to his room.

He changed into a sports outfit as soon as he got in there and slipped his leg into his boots before turning to the door, now he was ready for his morning exercise.