Sphire1707

“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.

Greatest Of All Legends

Sergio Conceicao's face turned dark as he watched his team go behind, but unlike in the previous match, he kept mute and just stared on, deciding to keep his words until the first half was over.

On the field though, Pepe rallied his teammates and told them to not be too affected by the goal as there was still ample time to make a comeback in the game.

His teammates seemed to have been touched by his words and didn't show any signs of their morale being lowered as they moved back to their positions to await the continuation of the match.

It didn't take too long for the match to kick off once again and the moment the Porto team kicked off, they seemed to be possessed by the dragons they were named after as they advanced smoothly through the opposition half and tore through the Gil Vicente formation, not giving them any chance to respond as they advanced further and further.

Experiencing Matchday II