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

A loud alarm crashed into a sleeping Jason's ears instantly putting an end to Jason's rest.

"Arrgggh, fuck!" Jason cursed as his eyes shot open and he grabbed his phone in anger, the first thought arising in his head wanting him to fling the phone to somewhere that it couldn't disturb him, but his rationality immediately threw that rash thought out the window.

"Fu*k!" he cursed again in a low tone and shut off the alarm.

He had barely reached his house at almost 3:00 am due to the ongoing celebrations at the Estadio do Dragao, but now his alarm was waking him up at 6:00 am, just barely three hours after he reached home.

To be fair, it was kind of his fault since he was the one who had forgotten to turn off his alarm, but in his defense, who would remember something as minute as an alarm after winning the league title and coming back home at 3 am after celebrating as much as he could?

Oversleeping I