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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.

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Nicknames IV

"Mylo!"

Mylo heard his name being called loudly behind him by a voice that he recognized and he turned to check where the voice was coming from.

Sure as can be, Melissa's face came into view of Mylo and she was with three of her friends as they walked up to Mylo, but before she could say anything, a low "meep" sounded from Jason's car.

"Hold up, gimme a minute," Mylo said to Melissa and walked back to the passenger side of the car where the glass window was already sliding down.

Upon reaching the window, Jason didn't even give him a chance to ask why he had called as he held out a nose mask to Mylo.

"I don't care if you can't stand the smell of your own breath, don't forget to wear the mask next time," Jason said as he handed the mask to Mylo and drove off immediately, not waiting to hear a reply from Mylo.

Mylo had a wry smile on his face that was soon covered up by the black nose mask that Jason had just given him.