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

{Three goals for him and three hat-tricks in this game!}

{The fans can't even be angry with their team's loss anymore! The Oporto team has put up a fight that any fan would be proud of!}

{If only it were enough! If only!} the commentator shouted excitedly as Evanilson got up from the ground, unable to hide the smile on his face despite his team still losing the game.

At this point, Evanilson could proudly go to the locker room after the game and tell his teammates,

"That sh*t was not my fault, y'all are trash,"

"In fact, y'all are so trash that I'm gonna call your names and then call you trash just so you know I'm talking to you," and then he would proceed to name the people he thought were trash.

Of course, he wouldn't actually do that, but he felt like he had the right to do it and get away with it.

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