A beast

Malmö, Sweden, 1997

Today was a fucking tired day for a young swedish who came from a day of working at the dock and training at the Malmo FF quarry after work, this young man would have quit football if it weren't for an agent who saw him and recommended him continue in football.

A few months ago he had stopped stealing bicycles, sometimes motorcycles and occasionally cars wit his friends, he had to help at home so he started working at the dock, he stopped stealing because one day he stole the bicycle of one of the coaches of the team while the coach was seeing him, that day he suffered the greatest shame of his life, which is why he stopped stealing.

This kid is not just any one, he is one who currently measures 1.87m and is only 16 years old.

Fortunately Jacob was a fan of this player in his past life, I think it is not even necessary to say who we are talking about, of course we are talking about Zlatan Ibrahimovic, a player who, despite having a somewhat eccentric personality, had a brutal scoring ability. Jacob who had already decided to be the team's coach swore that he would make him fit into his tactical system even if Zlatan didn't even realize it.

The purchase was extremely quick, as soon as he offered 80,000 pounds the Malmo FF directors were delighted to receive such a "high" figure for a player they considered quite expendable, now all that remains is to convince Zlatan to leave Sweden.

Jacob had a plan to convince Zlatan, which was actually quite simple since the Malmo FF club passed him their contact information.

Jacob was calling Zlatan's house phone from his phone while Charlie looked at him anxiously to see what was going on.

RING! RING!

 "Hello, Sefik Ibrahimovic on the phone," said a thick-voiced man on the phone in Swedish.

(Shit, I didn't understand him at all) Jacob thought before speaking in English. "Hello Mr. Ibrahimovic, I'm sorry for bothering you at this time of night but I would like to talk about your son, I mean as a footballer," Jacob said normally.

"Are you from Malmo FF? My son caused any trouble?" He responded in English with a stern but calm tone.

"No, nothing like that, sir, we are actually an English club and we are interested in signing your son," Jacob said with a louder voice than the previous one.

This statement quite surprised Sefik because he did not think that his son had a great talent for sports, in fact neither he or his wife helped buy the sports equipment that his son needed to practice football, not because they did not want to but because it was something expensive for what they could afford.

"So when are you coming to meet him?" Zlatan's father said once he assimilated the information.

"Tomorrow night, we just need your home address, please," Jacob said with a happy tone of voice as it seemed like he could close another signing for the team.

Moments before going to sleep he had a little talk with Charlie.

"I don't understand," Charlie said out of nowhere.

"What don't you understand Charlie?" Jacob responded with doubt and curiosity.

"Why did you select this club? I'm sure you could have bought one from Championship and not even have a big expense with it." Charlie said fearing a scolding from his boss.

"It's a very simple answer Charlie… I want to create something of my own, something with my hands, in this case my money, I wouldn't be satisfied if I had made the history of an already glorious club more glorious and I'm not interested in reviving the past glory of a club, I want to create a new glory, one that will dominate the world of football in the years to come and for that, signings are not enough… as soon as we return to England I will begin the project of building a youth team." He announced not only for Charlie but for himself the goals he had in this second chance at life, for the first time he knew that if he fails it will be 100% his fault and he would have to admit his mediocrity.

"Good evening boss and… thank you." Charlie said before lying down on the comfortable bed he was on.

The next day was a normal day enjoying the city a bit until night fell and he went to Zlatan's house.

Arriving with Charlie in a taxi he finally arrived at Zlatan's house and knocked on the door.

Shortly after, Zlatan himself opened the door, with his hair shaved but the same face as always, he stared at them for a moment until he finally said...

"Come inside" he said in an unexpectedly… respectful manner?

Both Jacob and Charlie went inside the house.

They sat at a table for 4 people, it seems that Zlatan's mother was asleep but they had already told her about the situation so there are only Jacob, Charlie, Sefik and Zlatan himself at the table...