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That Ballon d'Or is Mine!

His purpose? To be the greatest football player to ever exist! Equipped with the [ Football System ], how will he conquer the world? Follow him, an 18-year old scrawny teenager as he transmigrated back to his past. Discover how he became known as the GOAT of Football. Everyone thinks of False 9 and Messi, but have you heard of the False 10? You all know the players that score goals for fun, but do you know that every great goalscorer has a partner in the shadow? You admire the beautiful goals that are created by your team, but have you ever wondered who orchestrated these attacks? He had many nicknames.... The Metronome The Orchestrator The Puppeteer. but he prefers to be regarded as... The Uncrowned GOAT! ~~~ [ Host Recognised ] [ Assimilation Successful ] [ Welcome to the Football System! ] [ Activate? ] [ Yes/No ] ~~~ Check out my other Works: My Football Journey. --- (My Prized Work) That Ballon d'Or is Mine!. --- (Paused atm) Passion: Football Unkindled. --- (Failed book, a learning experiences)

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To seek a Pardon. The actions I must amend.

The Paris World Games is an annual international youth football tournament that takes place in Paris, France. The tournament features teams from around the world and is open to both boys and girls under the age of 21. It is a tournament of huge size and popularity, attracting hundreds of teams from over 40 countries each year.

The tournament is held during the first week of July and consists of several days of matches played at various venues around Paris. Teams are divided into groups and play a round-robin format to determine which teams advance to the knockout rounds. The tournament culminates in the championship matches, where the top teams compete for the title of Paris World Games champions.

The Paris World Games provides a unique opportunity for young footballers to compete at an international level and gain valuable experience playing against teams from different countries and cultures. It also attracts scouts and agents from professional clubs, who are on the lookout for talented young players to recruit. Many players who have competed in the Paris World Games have gone on to have successful careers in professional football.

For our protagonist, Kai's heart was pounding as he approached where the ticket led him. He could see the crowds of people milling about, the sounds of cheers and laughter filling the air. He felt a pang of regret for not keeping in touch with his friends, especially Zagadou and Nkunku, who had believed in him and helped him get the trial at PSG.

The atmosphere was electric. The air was thick with excitement and anticipation as people from all over the world gathered to compete in one of the biggest youth football tournaments of the year: The Paris World Games.

The sound of cheering and chanting filled the air, echoing off the buildings surrounding the pitch. The energy was contagious, and you couldn't help but feel caught up in the moment as you watched the games unfold.

The bright colours of team uniforms stood out against the concrete backdrop of the city, adding to the festive atmosphere. The smell of food vendors cooking up delicious snacks wafted through the air, adding to the sensory experience.

Spectators crowded around the edges of the pitch, shouting encouragement and cheers to their favourite teams. The energy was intense, with the tension building as the games became more competitive.

Despite the intense competition, there was a sense of camaraderie among the players, with high fives and pats on the back exchanged even between opposing teams. It was clear that everyone was there for the love of the game, and that passion for street football brought people from all walks of life together.

The stage was one of excitement, passion, and community. It was a celebration of football and the people who love it.

With each step, Kai took further down a path he could never turn back. Each step he navigated through the spectators and exhilarating festive location was a spiral he could never control. The consequences of his actions were immeasurable. Kai himself knew what he was doing.

Mother was right. Kai bit his lips. He was selfish. He was a selfish human being.

As he stepped closer, he saw the familiar faces of his old teammates, laughing and joking around. His palms began to sweat, and he felt a lump forming in his throat. What if they laughed at him? What if they asked him about the PSG trial? What if they confronted him about his actions?

But then he remembered the lessons he had learned on the streets, playing panna with the street punks. He remembered the feeling of freedom he had when he let go of his fear of failure and embraced the game for the joy it brought him.

Taking a deep breath, Kai walked forward, his eyes fixed on the pitch ahead. He saw his old friends turn and look at him, and for a moment, he thought he saw the disappointment in their eyes. It might have been a fragment of his imagination, or it might be the truth. Kai himself knew their reaction was a result of his actions, his very own decisions and choices.

"Hey."

Kai forced a smile across his face as he approached them, feeling a sense of responsibility and a duty to make amends. His old friends welcomed him with only a customary glance, a look that was from neither a friend nor a stranger. It was lukewarm at best.

Indifferently, they observed each other. Searching for something invisible, something intangible between each other. They were reigniting something they had long lost.

Zagadou checked the time. "We're up. Let's go."

Together, they stepped onto the pitch, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Kai felt a sense of purpose and determination fill him. He had to face what he had done. He must erase his undoings with even greater sincerity and gratitude. An apology does nothing, only action and a heart fixated on amending the faults can the issue be resolved.

With some friends known and teammates unknown. They entered the pitch.

~~~

As Kai stood on the field, his doubts and insecurities weighing heavily on his mind, he watched the opposing team pass the ball effortlessly between their players. The sound of cleats on the concrete and the shouts of the players filled the air, but Kai felt disconnected from it all. Walking on the football pitch was like a constant reminder of that day, that failure that kept haunting his dreams.

The past caught up to him like a reoccurring devil that kept haunting him, mocking him for his futile attempts to face his greatest insecurities. His steps were heavy, and each movement he made sunk into a pool of mud. He felt sluggish, traumatised and lost in a sea of dubiousness.

He watched as his teammates took to the field, moving with a fluidity and confidence that he envied. The ball seemed to glide effortlessly between their feet as they passed and dribbled past their opponents.

But as the ball came to him, Kai froze. His touch was heavy, and the ball bounced away from him awkwardly. He heard a few murmurs of frustration from his teammates, and he felt his confidence plummet.

He eyed Nkunku.

Nkunku didn't look back.

The opposing team quickly regained possession and began to press forward. Kai tried to focus, but his mind was clouded with self-doubt. He watched as the other team moved the ball around him with ease, his lack of confidence causing him to hesitate and second-guess himself.

The ball was in the possession of the opponent team, and they were pushing forward with purpose. Kai's team had set up a solid defensive line, but their opponent team was determined to break through.

Kai was positioned near the midfield, cutting out the passing lanes through the centre of the pitch. However, from the corner of this eagle vision, he saw an opponent making a run down the right wing. The other team's midfielder spotted the run and quickly sent a long pass in that direction. The ball sailed through the air, and Kai's teammate sprinted forward to meet it.

As Hernandez closed in, the opponent deftly controlled the ball and sent a quick pass back to the midfield. Kai quickly saw the opportunity to intercept. He dashed, his speed much quicker than before. He trained hard, he train meticulously to improve himself since that day.

Yet he was one step too slow. Kai looked up as the opponent midfielder stole the ball from under his nose. His vision screamed danger as he sensed a hole in their structure. The ball was sent to the left wing, and their Right Defender quickly met the attacker with the purpose to stop the danger. But with a quick flick of his foot, the winger sent a pinpoint pass to his teammate.

Zagadou was caught off guard, and the opponent striker found himself with plenty of space to make a run towards the goal. He sprinted towards the box, expertly dribbling past one defender after another. With only the goalkeeper left to beat, the forward calmly faked a shot to the left before quickly shifting to the right, sending a low shot past the keeper into the bottom right corner of the net.

The crowd erupted into cheers as the other team celebrated the well-earned goal. It was a beautiful display of teamwork and skill, with each player playing their part to create the opportunity for the goal. Kai looked down, staring at the football boots that he cleaned every night. What was he cleaning these boots for? Forgiveness?

As they regrouped for the kickoff, Kai couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration and hopelessness. It was a reminder of the past, that chasing something ambiguous and unrealistic will only lead to disillusion. Mother was right. He was selfish, chasing an unfeasible target regardless of reason. He shouldn't have come here. He was here seeking forgiveness. He could never face his nightmares.

As the game wore on, Kai struggled to find his rhythm. He missed passes, made clumsy tackles, and failed to score when he had the chance. With each mistake, he felt his confidence slipping away. The once bright spark of passion he had for the game was now a dim flame, flickering weakly as doubts and insecurities consumed him.