First Team?

For a split second, everywhere was silent. It was as if everyone hadn't processed what happened yet. Then the noise came.

'Goooaaallll! What a goal by Omari Hutchingson! Another poor string of passes led to another counterattack by Middlesbrough. This time Omari Hutchingson acted as a one man wrecking crew, absolutely scattered Sunderland's defence and setting himself up for a one on one with the keeper. A calm composed chip gets him the hattrick and undoubtedly the match ball'

'Beautiful goal from Omari Hutchingson, just chipping the ball over the keeper. Having so much calmness and composure that isn't found in a lot of top players not to mention that he's just sixteen'

'The sky is the starting point for his talent. Absolutely talented lad. If anyone thought otherwise, then this match has to have proved them wrong. Omari Hutchingson drives one more dagger down the hearts of the Sunderland fans'

For the rest of the game, Middlesbrough passed the ball around in an effort to waste time. A four goal thrashing of Sunderland at home was more than enough for them.

After the match, Omari was handed the man of the match award. He walked back inside the locker room and met everyone sitting down wearing solemn expressions on their faces. All their gazes were locked on to a singular point of attention... Michael Carrack!

"Alright lads, I've said this before. If you don't get into the senior squad, it's not the end of the world. There's always next year and the year after that" Michael began. "Right now, I've seen five players I think can play with the first team squad, but be warned, I only said that they'll be training with the first team squad, if they're not good enough then you'll be seeing them coming back to meet the rest of you" Michael said.

All the players nodded solemnly. What Michael was telling them was that even if they were scouted then they didn't have any space to be proud and slack off. They had to give it their best, if not, they would be sent back to train with the undereighteens.

Even though Michael didn't tell them the catch with the whole things, everyone was still going to give it their all. Everyone knew how hard an average youngster finds it to break into the first team. It was all a matter of hard work, dedication, and most importantly, luck.

"Alright, if I call you, be sure to come for training by three pm on weekdays and nine am on weekends" Michael said. He cleared his throat trying remove himself from the tension that was visible building in the atmosphere. "Jack Ryans, David Arkenberg, Omari Hutchingson, Ekon Richard and Ayanfe Adeogun"

Jack pumped his fists. He was having an euphoria of happiness. To him the promotion to the first team squad was something of a silver lining in the dark clouds that clouded his career. From his injury to his ejection from Liverpool, his feeling of helplessness when no club were willing to risk signing an injured thirteen year old.

Middlesbrough decided to take a bet on him, and he decided that he would do his best to repay them. As long as he felt their badge on his chest, he was going to give his all.

Ayanfe felt so happy when he heard his name. Even though he had a smug smile on his face, one look into his eyes would reflect how much being promoted really meant to him.

David and Ekon didn't seem very psyched about being promoted. Sure they were happy, but it was like a drop of water compared to a bucket full when compared to the joy that the rest of the promoted players felt.

Anthony clenched his fists. He wasn't promoted. It wasn't as if he could blame Michael. If any one saw him play, then they would agree that he was a decent striker, but then that was as far as it went. He was decent, but he wasn't exceptional.

The grip with which he used to clench his fists increased. If being decent wasn't good enough then he would just have to be better than decent, he would have to be better than exceptional, he had to be the best. He had to train like the best, think like the best, act like the best and most importantly, believe he was the best.

As soon as the last thought entered his mine, he turned to look at Omari, then he realized that his thinking was completely flawed. He didn't have to be the best, he had to be better than the best!

Omari meanwhile, had a blank look on his face. He did it! He was going to become a professional footballer. He had just taken the first step to becoming the best player in the world. He understood fully well that the fact that he was promoted didn't mean he could relax and slack off, it meant that he had to train harder, longer and better. Something that everyone saw as impossible.

"I'm going to be the best!" Omari said.

As for the rest of the team, they were disappointed, but like Anthony, their disappointment turned into motivation. They had to improve and become better if they wanted to get into the first team!

After the locker room had calmed down, Michael said a few more words of advice and left. Jurg and Steve addressed the locker room and dismissed the team for the day.

Omari and Ayanfe were walking outside the academy, prepared to go back home, Omari met a pleasant surprise at the entrance.

"We made a deal didn't we?" Amber said while smiling at Omari. Ayanfe didn't need a soothsayer to tell him what was in the atmosphere. He stylishly walked away from beside Omari. Not that he needed to stylishly do it, he would've bet a year's worth of his allowance that Omari wouldn't have noticed if he just left plainly.

"Let's go then" Omari said, then stretched out his hand. Amber looked at his hand for a few seconds before placing hers in his. And like that, they walked to Omari's house.

A/N: Same old shit

100 P.S = 1 extra chapter (Just one more!)

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Book getting contracted = 2 extra chapters and an update rate of 2 chapters a day for the next two weeks