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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.

Sphire1707 · Sports
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260 Chs

I am Him

Jason woke up to the sound of his alarm that he had forgotten to turn off before going to sleep due to his exhaustion.

Blinking tiredly, he had been a bit surprised at his environment, but then the memories came rushing in and then he remembered that he was at the hotel where the players lodged for the night.

Quickly turning off his alarm to not wake up his roommate, Jason lay lazily in his bed, still feeling tired from the previous day's match.

He wanted to go back to sleep, considering it was just 6:00 am, but thinking that he would still have to wake up about an hour from now and then go through all the annoying motions of getting ready at that time,

"Fuck it," he muttered with a groan and got out of bed and headed into the bathroom, his brain having come up with the idea that would allow for maximum sleeping time.