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

Jason stared into the wall of his private ward which had become a prison of sorts for him for the next fourteen days and let out a long defeated sigh while rubbing his forehead in exasperation.

"How did this even happen?" he muttered tiredly, not even having enough energy and enthusiasm to be angry at his current situation.

After losing the most important game he had played in his life so far and even getting injured while at it, he had thought things could not get worse and had already begun thinking about his plans post-recovery.

Unfortunately, the day that started with a bright morning had shown him that it wasn't only on dark shadowy days that misfortune struck.

It had all started earlier in the morning when a nurse had come by to collect a blood sample from him and also to tell him about his schedule with the doctor later in the day.

A Bright Day and A Dark Shadow