CHAPTER 12: STRANGE PHENOMENON

The winger was still fuming as he walked to his position, the redhead still had his stoic face mask on making it look like everyone was beneath him. I couldn't be bothered with the both of them either way there was something vague going on in my body so vague I couldn't describe it,  if I were to try, I would say it was an oddly hot coolness that flowed through my pores. Opposite force but focus on the same goal.

(Basically what he's trying to say is that it's kind of like in a video game where your stats were boosted for a limited time.)

I walked towards the ball, my stride slow, my sights clear and my stance as sharp as a sword, breeze blew all around me, the  morning sun was now peeking through the horizon

*Swooosh* 

In less than a second, the ball was already in the air moving towards the running right winger.

The ball landed at the feet of the winger this time he was more comfortable with it, as the ball fell, he jumped into the air raising his first forward leg into the air to trap the ball and his other leg to cross the ball, what's more he curled it.

The goalie was feeling the pressure by now, he hasn't saved as much as he expected to even though he was already in the youth team and was called on to help in the selection. He watched as the ball curled towards him but he wasn't stupid enough to think it was going straight at him and just as he had guessed, the ball curled back towards the red haired guy.

Redhead ran towards the ball at full speed, his body was unconsciously giving out a menacing dark red aura as he rushed forward, anywhere he stepped on showed a faint hint of cracking before quickly returning to normal, infact If you were to blink you wouldn't even have seen it in the first place or thought that your eyes were playing tricks on you.

The goalie's eyes turned sharp and concentration oozed out of him, he watched as the header connected and tried his best to follow the ball curling towards the left corner.

Ethan looked at the redhead with shock, how much control does this guy have to be able to direct his header even when he isn't balanced. He watched as the ball edged closer to the top left corner.

Out of nowhere, a hand stretched out and touched the ball, moving it over the crossbar. It was a shocking fingertips save.

The crowd stood there stunned. 

'This was a trails for goodness sake' they all said in their hearts

How were they meant to outperform this, this… whatever this was.

The coach trembled in excitement, in his head he kept calculating how he would keep hold of such a diamond in the rough.

He called on his assistant with joy on his face, what only mattered to him was how redhead was able to control the pace, angle and power of the ball with only his head, whether the keeper caught it or not didn't matter, not even the play before that was noticed by the coach, he judged everything else as a fluke. A one time only play.

"Who is that kid?" The coach whispered into his assistant's ear while pointing at the redhead.

"Umm.. sir that's Romano de Santos Aveiro, a Brazilian brought by Sir Edward from an international scouting match" the assistant confirmed in his list.

The coach fell into deep thought after hearing that

'Looks like my plans to get this boy might just fall apart, why does it have to be Micheal and his group of jokers' he watched as the last ball was headed by Romano, it curled clockwise hitting the bar and entering the post.

The coach turned back with determination written all over his face

'no I won't give up, I will get this kid' he pounded one fist on the other.

…..

We continued our rotation as usual, the players didn't make any sound of shock or look of awe to Romano or the keeper. They were strangely cool with it, or maybe they were just numb from the shock.

I switched to the wing which was my main field and was able to do relatively well there. I got all three crosses accurately, but when it came to heading then… you know what? Let's just skip over it.

The rotation ended with a guy wearing a yellow vest heading into the net.

*Pheww*

The coach gathered us once more

"We'll be moving on to the next segment, it'll take a while to set it up so this will be counted as your little break" he waved us away.

The 200 scattered about the field, some went in the locker while fewer, including me, went to the restroom.

I heaved a sigh as the flusher resounded in the background.

I walk out of the restroom, my surroundings silent and eery, I look around for a while and seeing as no one nearby, I walked deeper into the backroom

``Well, he did say we should take a break," I tried to justify in my mind.

My blood was boiling, I needed to see the dressing room of the professional Liverpool stars. 

I walked for a while, taking turns around for a while until something just kept leading me. At first it was faint, something at the tip of my finger yet I could never truly get hold of.

I opened a red door, it was the same with other red doors I've opened so far yet it was different, it had a certain metallic lustre to it making it gleam to the ceiling lights.

I pushed the door open and went in, and my mind was immediately assaulted by something I could not explain. I felt pain, I felt joy, I felt sadness, I felt pride…All sorts of feelings kept assaulting me, it felt electric.

I walked into the room with heavy steps, a look of want could be seen on my face, that's how, so this is the famous Liverpool dressing room. The place where stars reside.

I could faintly feel an aura encompassing me. It was the very same feeling that led me here, it somehow made my skin crawl and as I turned to find the source I looked at a certain legendary no. 8 kept away from the rest of the team...