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Greatest Of All Legends

“Who is the football GOAT?” A question that has been asked countless times in the last decade. Is it Cristiano Ronaldo or Lionel Messi? To be fair, the question actually depended on what one wanted from a player as they were two different people and they played differently from the other. This was also the case with every other legendary player to grace the game. As a diehard fan of the game, Jason Bolu also had someone he thought to be the goat, but unlike most people, he harbored the desire to not only become as great as them, but even greater than any legend that ever graced the game. He wanted to become the Greatest Of All Legends… the GOAL. Unfortunately, fate has never cared about people’s hopes and dreams, and just like every other unfortunate human, she hit him hard across the face with a broken reality and sent him flying in another direction from his goal, yet he didn’t give up and continually persevered but, in the end, he didn’t ever make it. He wasn’t even halfway near his goal. He thought it was over… but it wasn’t. He got another chance at his dreams, and this time he was going to do more than his best to achieve his dream. *disclaimer* There is no system or cheats, just plain hard work and a past life of experience.. Also, despite the use of real-life characters, places and things, this is an artistic creation in which things wouldn't be as they are in real life so don't be surprised at some things that are unrealistic and out of place e.g. exact details, attitude of characters etc. This is a slow-paced novel. Join my discord channel and let's have fun together... link below, https://discord.com/invite/QpbCdNZW

Sphire1707 · スポーツ
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Jinx I

***31st December 2020***

The sun shone brightly on the green fields on the CTFD Portogaia where the Oporto players were having their team training session.

It was the last day of the year, which for so many people was the time for a year end break where they would travel to their homes to spend the year end with their factory, but the Oporto team was different in this aspect.

Part of it was due to the professionalism of a top-tier club, and another part was that the manager wanted the players at the training grounds preparing for their next game after a narrow escape against their opponents two days ago.

… Well, maybe that was the major reason the players were hard at work instead of on their way home to their families all over the world.

In a room that functioned as the manager's office at the training ground, the manager was seated at the table drawing some things onto his pad.