Finishing Touches and Point Piles

The week after the season opener, Coach Rossi pulled Luca aside, his gruff voice cutting through the post-training chatter. "Cappetta, your speed's lethal, your tricks are slick—but your finishing? Sloppy.

We're drilling it—extra reps, every day." Luca nodded, his shooting is itching for growth. The league was rolling, and he'd make every shot count.

Mornings stayed brutal—200m sprints x 10, push-ups, squats, the Power Surge task a relentless forge. No run today; he swapped it for Rossi's finishing gauntlet.

At home, Emily swapped eggs for porridge, smirking, "Fuel for the sharpshooter!" Luca grabbed a spoon, hollering at Sophia's door—"Up, swamp monster!"—and she emerged, growling, "You're a megaphone with legs, shut it!" Gianpiero flipped his paper, chuckling, "Polish that shot, Luca—Chiara's watching next game."

Training turned savage. Rossi set up cones, barking, "One-touch finishes—go!" Luca hammered shots—Roulette into a Body Feint, then a blast, slowly but surely sharpening.

In rondo, the squad circled, Matteo grinning, "Luca's got two left feet today!" Sophia's voice echoed in Luca's head—he quipped back, "Better than Paolo's clown shoes!" Paolo, trapped in the middle, flailed, "I'll step on you, Cappetta!" The team howled, Nico adding, "He'd trip over a shadow first!"

The next match, October 26th against Atalanta U15s, was a romp. Luca struck early in the 5th minute, while tearing down the left, a Stepovers flick past a defender, and a low driven straight to the corner. 1-0.

Second half, he danced again using another Body Feint, then a curling assist to Matteo. Milan cruised 3-0. Rossi grunted, "Better, Cappetta."

...

November 2nd against Juventus U15s, Luca lit up. First goal in the 20th minute, a Roulette spinning off the marker, then using his speed bursting free and sending a rocket past the keeper. 2-0.

Later, in the 65th minute, he weaved in and rifled another, with all the training his shooting now lethal. 4-1 final, Milan dominant.

Fans chanted, "Cappetta! Cappetta!" Rossi slapped his back, "Man of the Match, kid—earned it." Chiara's text buzzed later—"Two goals? Date's a lock!"—Sophia's reply in his mind: "Don't drool too hard, Romeo!"

The Football Prodigy System tallied his haul.

*[Task Update: Season of Glory]*

Goals: 2 (Atalanta: 1, Juventus: 1)

Assists: 1 (Atalanta)

Match Wins: 2

Man of the Match: 1 (Juventus)

Points Earned: 4500 (2000 + 1000 + 1000 + 1500)

Total Points: 9300 → 13,800

Luca sprawled on his bed, panel glowing. 13,800 points—13 stat points if he cashed now.

Clutch Performer at 5000 tempted—late-game heroics—but Playmaker's Eye (+10 Vision, +5 Passing) could elevate his wing play. Or pump Shooting to 70s, Speed to 74?

He rubbed his chin, muttering, "Too many options—wait it out." A nod sealed it—grind more, then splurge.

November 3rd marked Power Surge's end—30 days of sprints, push-ups, squats. His legs thrummed, arms flexed, the system chiming triumphantly.

[Task Completed: Power Surge]

Points Earned: 2000

Speed: 69 → 74

Strength: 55 → 62

Total Points: 13,800 → 15,800

Overall Rating: 70 → 72

[Player Stats]

Physical Attributes: 69

Speed: 74

Stamina: 65

Strength: 62

Agility: 83

Technical Skills: 66

Dribbling: 73

Passing: 60

Shooting: 59

Ball Control: 71

Mental Attributes: 66

Determination: 79

Focus: 58

Teamwork: 55

Vision: 60

Overall Rating: 72

Potential: 87

Luca flexed, grinning. 72 Overall—74 Speed to outrun, 62 Strength to hold. Training banter replayed—"Clown shoes, Paolo?"—and Chiara's date loomed. He'd sharpened his edge; the league was his to carve. Sophia's jab rang: "Don't flex too hard, you'll pop!" He laughed, ready for more.

-Wait 87 potential??? Why did it go up?