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“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

"... Don't say I didn't warn ya," Jason said with a wry smile on his face as he put the phone stand and adjusted it back so that it could record the upcoming 'martial exchange'.

"Do you need to rest for a few more minutes?" Jason asked as he picked up his phone to set a timer of three minutes.

He needed the alarm to remind him to stop beating up Mylo in case he got carried away pummeling Mylo… though that was unlikely.

Beating up Mylo for a minute should be enough, but the alarm was there in case Mylo tried to run away.

"I'm okay… I have enough fuel in me to wipe you all over this place," Mylo replied, his overconfidence pushing him to even begin trash-talking Jason.

"Oh, I see," Jason muttered as he put his phone down, picked up a tape, and began wrapping his hand with professional speed and efficiency and he soon wrapped his two hands in tape in less than thirty seconds.

Chronicles of Lockdown XIII (A Martial Exchange II)