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.
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Greatest Of All Legends

The Porto players had begun arriving at the CTFD Portogaia as early as 7:00 am because they were supposed to leave for England that morning by 9 am, thus they had arrived early and started packing their luggage into the bus and getting on the bus.

Jason had arrived a bit late which wasn't like him but since he had been training till late the day before, he had not rushed himself that morning as he didn't want to exhaust himself any further.

He wasn't feeling too tired, but he didn't want to stress himself in any way that morning and had woken up just before 7 and leisurely cleaned up before strolling out of his house, grabbing his previously packed luggage, and getting into his car.

Despite all this, he still managed to get to the training center before 8 am.

With his earpods in his ear, he hummed as he climbed the stairs leading up to the bus,

The Blue Side of Manchester I