Chapter 7

The Allianz Riviera was abuzz with home fans and PSG fans, who were outnumbered, but that didn't seem to bother them. They waved the PSG crest, their energy palpable. The stadium exploded as both teams walked out. PSG was in their away kits: the golden crest with the golden Nike mark. 

Loki walked out, smirking, followed by his teammates. Proud 17 on his back, he was excited. It was his first game; he was ready to crush his opponents and show them that he was the best. He was still unknown, but that was going to change. He would show them, show them all. 

After both teams got into their chosen formations, with PSG opting for 4-3-3 and Loki as striker, everything else was as normal . The referee whistled, and the game began. Loki stood on the sidelines, looking for an opportunity to strike. OGC Nice, however, didn't give him the chance to take the ball. He was becoming very annoyed, but he didn't show it. An OGC Nice midfielder got overconfident, trying to dribble past Loki. Loki smirked; in a deft movement, he stole the ball and dribbled past the player, who was left stumbling. He saw Neymar coming on his left and passed the ball. In a burst of speed, he arrived at the penalty box. Neymar, seeing this, made a beautiful pass. Loki received it with his knee and launched it in a volley. The ball passed the goalkeeper, who was too late to lunge. The ball hit the back of the net. There was a moment of silence before the whole PSG side exploded with cheers and whistles . Loki started running, then slid on his knees and pointed with his thumbs at his number 17. His teammates swarmed him, tumbling him to the ground. Mbappé was most ecstatic; he was hugging Loki and ruffling his short hair. Loki laughed, pushing him off, and the other stood up and gave thumbs up to the PSG fans. the game continued The OGC team made aggressive attacks; there were many close calls until finally one of the PSG defenders lunged too far. The striker passed him before slamming the ball into the net. Navas lunged, touching the ball with the tips of his fingers, which made it hit the post, but it ultimately entered the goal. Navas struck the ground with his fist with a cringe. The OGC fans exploded, cheering. 

Loki seethed w red-hot, boiling anger; his eyes were narrowed, veins on his forehead showing. PSG started the game again, and Loki let his anger out, destroying OGC Nice with brutal speed, nutmegging them every chance he got. He chopped around them, wanting to humiliate them until finally, he slammed the ball in the net directly between the goalkeeper's legs. Instead of his normal celebration, he put his pointer finger to his lips and made a shushing motion to OGC Nice fans. He was joined by his teammates, who also did the same. The PSG side exploded, throwing insults at the OGC Nice fans. The commentators were shouting, "What a play from Julian Loki! It's his first match; what speed, what efficiency, what brutality! Absolutely phenomenal, and he is only 16! This is a rare talent indeed." The Second Commentator agreed; indeed, we are looking forward to seeing more of Julian Loki after that match. Continued, Loki kicked into high gear. He made a sharp turn before nutmegging the defender. Before Ronaldo chopped the second, he looked up for a second, seeing Mbappé in the penalty box waving his arm. He smirked before passing the ball to him, who slammed the ball into the net low. 

The commentator exploded, "What a play from Julian Loki and Mbappé!" Julian Loki didn't even hesitate to pass; this shows how much he is confident in his teammate's skills. What a play! Magnificent: two goals and an assist! What a first game for Julian Loki-what a beast! and this is only the first half Incredible! Just as he finished speaking, the referee whistled, signaling for half-time. 

Loki and his teammates entered the locker room; they slumped on their benches, panting slightly. Loki wiped the sweat off his forehead . God, he needed a shower-he was definitely going to have a long one after the game. His legs felt sore, but he could go on. Coach Thomas Tuchel entered and spoke, "Alright, boys, amazing first half! Loki and Mbappé, great work! Loki, you get a rest; you're not still ready to play the whole game." Loki protested, but Coach Thomas Tuchel cut him off. "You will play the next one full-time." Loki nodded but still had a sour look. 

Loki sat on the bench, watching his teammates play on the pitch. He was angry; he wanted to be there to show them why he was the best. He wanted to destroy OGC Nice so they would never be able to recover. He ground his teeth. Why did the coach send him out? He wanted to punch the guy, honestly, but he kept it in. He wasn't a child to throw a tantrum. Oh, he wanted to so much! He took a deep breath and closed his eyes before letting it out slowly. 

After the game, he sat in the bus near the window with earbuds, listening to the loudest music. Nobody dared to approach him; his forehead vein was bulging slightly, his eyes narrowed. Despite being awarded the Man of the Match award, he wasn't satisfied. He wanted to play more, to score more, to crush more, and to become the number one striker in the world-the GOAT. How dare they deny him that? His fist clenched, drawing a bit of blood; he was restraining himself from punching something. He needed something to channel his anger. Soccer was good, but he needed something more. He would think of it later; he needed to calm down now. 

After the bus arrived at the PSG Facility, he got out and headed to his dorm. He plopped on the bed before slamming his fist on the bed, cursing. He sighed, sitting up before pulling out his phone and seeing a message from his mom: " Sweetie, that was awesome! I'm very proud of you; your dad is too. I love you! Get some rest and call me tomorrow." He smiled slightly, calming a bit. He put the phone down and stripped before showering. After he dried off, he watched One Piece until he fell asleep . The next morning, he woke up at 6:00 AM sharp and went for his morning one-hour run. 

After getting back and showering, he dressed in black pants, a black turtleneck, black Ray-Ban shades , his watch, and shoes. He took his wallet and car keys, locked the dorm, and walked to the parking lot. Seeing his S-Class sedan, he unlocked it and got into the driver's seat. He fastened his seatbelt and started the car , maneuvering out of the parking area before driving to a restaurant he knew was open . He parked his car nearby and walked in. He sat outside, scrolled on his phone , and called his mom, talking to her until his breakfast arrived. He had ordered eggs sunny side up, a pastry, and a coffee, and a croissant filled with blueberry jam. He took a photo of it and sent it to Mbappé along with the location. He arrived 12 minutes later; they greeted each other. Loki gave him a smirk. "When did you wake up?" Mbappé answered, "6:20," as he popped into the chair beside him. When a waiter walked over to take his order, he waited for Mbappé to arrive while sipping on his coffee. He spoke, "Man, I was so pissed when Coach told me to sit the second half out." Mbappé nodded. "I noticed. I was confused too, but I guess he wanted to let you rest; it was your first official match in the senior team ." Loki sighed. "I guess it's true." He leaned back. "Still, I was pissed as hell; I wanted to punch him." Mbappé laughed, smirking.