《Football System》 Changing My name is David Hunter, your parents told you that if you try enough and follow your dreams you will eventually accomplish them? THEY LIED! THEY LIED LIED LIED! Ok, I will calm down. Why I''m saying that? Well, I- *Ambulance sirens sounding* As I was saying I can''t tell you with the face down on the grass can I? I followed my dreams like you told me Mom, I really did. I took every chance available and did disgusting work while thinking "This will be a cool anecdote to tell when I''m famous and rich!" and all that effort for this? I tried with all my heart to follow my dream Mom, I can now go at peace knowing that you are smiling looking at me from heaven. I feel so tired, I guess I will sleep. _________________________________ "In another news, David Hunter at the age of 31 years old died today at the Saint Monica Clinic. He died from a heart attack, some of their colleagues told me "He was training too hard from the day we met, after training he would always work part-time on the constructions nearby and only slept 2 hours 3 tops. He burned too fast!" the medics dismissed the case of over exercise to be the cause of death, but they are still mystified by the cause of cardiac arrest. David Hunter fell to the ground after scoring his 3rd goal on the same match against The Lions. He was being seen by a headhunter of the Real Madrid. As we were told he played "the best game of his life" sadly dying before even the end of the match. In other news..." _________________________________ I was in total darkness and heard a voice in my head "This is what you want? Rest for the eternity in the darkness?" I annoying said "OF COURSE NOT! I wish I could be the best football player ever, but I''m not good enough. I started playing since I was 5 because I followed my dream all my life, and this is what I get? FUCK YOU! AND FUCK YOUR STUPID QUESTIONS!" After a moment of silence, I heard a chuckle and then "Understood, I will send you back in time and with a little helper. Why? Because you are the 5th person I sent to the past and most of them deviate from the original reason they want to come back, I want to see your determination to follow your dream even after failing one time. The chance to send you back is only to play football okay? No mayor politics or economics influence. Sure you can take advantages of the good opportunities but don''t make an empire based on future knowledge, understand? I can send you there and surely bring you back here again if I want to. Okay, I kept you long enough, GO! GO DAVID GO!" ________________ I got really confused as the darkness slowly fade away and gradually I began to notice grass, a football field! I immediately recognize this field. How couldn''t I? It was the first field I ever played, the Little Rooster Field, near my house. It was my first official game, I remember. I was sweating a lot and kept falling over. I dumbly stood on the field while little kids run past me as the quiet of the darkness was replaced by the roaring of the parents from the other children and even heard my own mother yelling, she was screaming with all her strength "GO! GO DAVID GO!" I looked my hands and the distance of the ground, Jesus that voice really sent me to the past. FUCKER! At least let me familiarize with my own little body first, don''t throw me to my first official game from the getgo! I looked around and the ball was in possession of the opposite red team, our blue team was losing 2 - 0 and this was the second half, just starting. I hyped myself and shouted while running at the number 10 of them, I was assigned defense with the number 5 but I didn''t give a fuck now. It''s Little Leagues Dude! Look at our number 6 with his pal number 11 laughing while chasing a squirrel! This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. So I hyped myself shouting "GO DAVID GO!!!!" with all my strength! All the children looked at me and even 1 or 2 began to cry. Is one thing to hear the shouting from the public, but another thing to hear it so close to them. The opposite number 10 had his attention on me and let the ball go a little bit too long, so I managed to snatch it from him and began to run back to their team goalkeeper. A few of them tried to stop me, they were faster and more used to their bodies than me, that''s for sure. But they didn''t know when to stop, I stopped and changed directions while they continued running in the wrong direction for a few meters. Few them tried to stop but they fell on the ground and started crying. I finally was alone with the goalkeeper, I felt like I was the Maradona from the kindergarten. I shouted while raising my foot and said "RIGHT!!" and the dumb kid actually jumped right. I smiled and kicked the ball on the left empty side. My mom screamed even louder than before, if even that was possible "GOALLLL!!!" I ran with my arms widespread with my usual number 1 on the index fingers like I used to do when scoring. Most of the parents laugh about my comical gesture and applauded. I did it without thinking, but it worked somehow. Also, it seems that helped that I fell to the ground since I''m new to this fucking body! I stood up and a bunch of kids congratulated me, they called me their captain after one fucking goal. HAHA kids...still, it was really good feeling. I thanked them and went to my defensive position, but a kid told me to change to his position. He was our number 10, he was tired of all the running and wanted to take a nap it seems. Well whatever, I went to my new position. I managed to steal the ball again when one of the kids fell because he had his knots untied. I began to run again and did the same tactic as last time, except that I kicked the other side of the goalkeeper side a lot quicker than last time. Even if he didn''t trust me he shouldn''t be able to reach so far so fast. I made a calm gesture raising my fist while running across the field and swaying my hand at my mother. In this league, you couldn''t go with your mother, only if you didn''t want to play any more of the game. This was in order to not extend the length of the already short matches. She smiled and waved, I returned to the field. It was the final 4 minutes, they had the kickoff, like last time. I started running and made a strong stomp on the ground startling the kid and managed to steal it pretty quickly. One of the kids managed to stop in time and followed me from behind, so I didn''t have a lot of time to make my shout and the same tactic as before, so I approached the goalkeeper and told him that I could beat him with one leg. He started screaming and came rushing at me furiously, I smiled and made a shot over his head. He was not ready for that so I made the 3rd goal!! After that, I managed to defend my goal post for the rest of the time left, a minute. And finally... WE WON! I started running at my mom but something stopped me:
[Conditions met! Unlocking football user interface! Think about "Help Commands" for more options!]
Adapting I stood up in the middle of the field and thought "Don''t bother me now! Go away! Close!" all while swatting my hands like a moron. People thought that it was my celebration dance and a couple of children actually copied me. For fuck sake how stupid you need to be? After the blue window closed, I can finally reach my mom and hugged her while crying. She cleaned my tears with her usual daily handkerchief while saying "Are you hurt somewhere?! Tell me quickly David!" I shacked my head while she continued to clean my tears. After a while, she hit my head and said "You had me worried over there! Don''t cry without a reason! You should have been boasting about the game like all the kids on your team! Why can''t you be like all of them?" I nodded and said "Sorry Mom, I''m just excited about my first official win! This is my first stepping stone to become the best football player I told you I would become!" She helplessly smiled "I know I know! I hope you don''t throw away your dream halfway because it gets too hard!" I smiled and nodded to her. That''s my mother, she has to be tough with me, she''s a single parent. She has to switch between cool and bad parent all the time for that. I only understood it when I was older and she was gone. Sometimes parents make their decisions for their own reason but always thinking about your best interest. At least that was for my case. I got congratulated by our coach, a part-timer that I didn''t remember, probably a parent of one of my teammates. We said the respective byes and we went walking home. Why? We didn''t have a car anymore, I constantly complained about that in the past and my mother would say that is a training for my football dream to make me shut up. But I never thought about her, she was working on a hospital as a nurse, she had a lot of shifts and she comes and goes walking home, even at night. Sometimes a collage of her would drop her home, but most of the time she would come walking all the 35 blocks. Why not public transport? I didn''t ask her, but I guess that it was saving for my college that I throw away like a moron I was at the time. I guess that was the main reason I felt so bad after the accident. There is no point remembering that now, I have a new mission at the moment. I thought "Help Commands" and a blue window opened. I thought "Close" and the window closed. Cool, I finally know how to close this damn thing. I opened again and looked at the options:
The choices and were grayed out. I clicked on and a smaller windows appeared.
[Enable notificacions for increase/decrease of STATS Y / >N]
[Enable notificacions for increase/decrease of SKILLS Y / >N]
[Change position of windows >FACE / 30CM AWAY FROM FACE / ARM / LEG / OTHER]
If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. I enable both notifications and selected OTHER and thought about my wrist, like a watch. I think is better than staring at the sky like a moron. At least the people would think you are rude instead of dumb or crazy. I checked and was empty, and my limit of missions was 1. I tried to think football related missions and nothing popped off. It seems autogenerated. Finally, I checked , a small tiny rectangle appeared on my wrist. I checked it out and it looked something like this:
Name: David Hunter Age: 6 years old Health condition: Healthy (100%)
~~~~~~~~~~[BASIC STATS]~~~~~~~~~~~ [Pace ¡ú Current: 1 PC (-F)] [Shooting ¡ú Current: 2 SHT (-F)] [Passing ¡ú Current: 1 PS (-F)] [Dribbling ¡ú Current: 1 DB (-F)] [Physical ¡úCurrent: 2 PHC (-F)] [Defense ¡ú Current: 0 DF (-F)]
Oh CMON! My defense was not that weak! Well, whatever stupid window! I closed all of them and continued like nothing had happened. We arrived at my home, today was Sunday and was the only free day for my mom. But she needed to keep all the house in order, I usually only helped the necessary and grumbling all the way. But now I did all the chores excited and cheerful, it was such a warming experience to feel this close to my mom. I really hope this not some sick dream for that voice, but if it was, it was a good dream and a good way to go. After I finished all the chores of the house with my mom on record time I had 1 hour free because we did so quickly. It could be quicker but I didn''t remember the places of plates and all other stuff around the house. So in my free time, I went upstairs and checked on a newspaper that my mom had borrowed from home a few days ago. We only had a small tv but it was so old that it wasted a lot of electricity, so we almost never used it. Only on special occasions. Anyway, I continued to her bedroom and it was the familiar old red room when I was little I was scared of this room because of the color, thinking of blood. Later I found out that it was the color of the dress she was wearing the day my father died. I cried a lot knowing that, I gave those blankets away thinking that it was a bad memory. I cleaned my eyes from all the dripping that the onion ninjas were causing and looked at the date. 15/02/2003 (I will this date format DD/MM/YYYY and the metric system). I was at my summer vacations, I will commence 1st grade this March. I only played football on the weekends and usually spent my time at home, alone, playing football and making a mess of the house. Only to receive my mother tired from work and clean all the mess, usually only sleeping 2 or 3 hours to start again next day. She suffered every summer with me, not so much when I got older and I was never at home. I made her inadvertently suffer from worry because I didn''t even tell her where I went. Yes I know, I was a shitty son, I''m not a fucking angel. I will make things right this time, I promise! Well, we were having dinner and she slowly asked: "Ok, spit it, what do you want for behaving so much?" I was confused and asked "Nothing? I just wanted to help to have more free time for playing football!" I innocently said. She bought it and smiled while saying "Finally some help around this house!" I nodded and continued eating our chicken and rice. We ate a lot of these, cheap, filling and somewhat healthy. It was a good food for a grown man. After dinner, I helped my mother do the dishes while I bathed myself. I insisted. After that was nighttime, I was really tired, only for playing a 15-minute match and only an hour of hitting the wall of my old home from outside. I slept like a log, thinking about how to raise my quickly enough to gain attention, money and a lot of connections. I realize that connections between players usually takes you far more up than skill. You could depend only on skill, but personal relationships are a great thing to develop. Besides, who can tell no to a little kid with a pen and a photo of his favorite player? Adapting (2) I will tell you one thing that nobody tells you about when you''re 6 years old. You have a tiny bladder that you need to empty quickly. And also your attention span is a lot shorter, I tried to do a research on football players locally on the newspaper and I kept going to the comics sections. For fuck''s sake, it seems that my old personality and my current personality are still merging. It was cool if I''m full of adrenaline, but the moment I relax my previous behavior emerges again. Anyway, I remembered 2 of the biggest dates. The first one is the May 1st of 2005, Messi first goal. And the other one was 1st of November of 2003, Cristiano Ronaldo First goal. Both of them were arguably the best players of recent times. My plan was simple, go and meet Ronaldo and Messi. Then befriend them and ultimately playing for the team I choose. I''m inclined to think about Messi because he''s more a team player, but Ronaldo played alone simple because no-one was at his same level. What if I reach said level? We could be the best offensive players! I checked my mission and it was still empty. Cheapskate. I woke up at 9 am, later than expected, it seems that I was too tired yesterday. There was cereal on the table and a note saying that we had milk but not a lot. So I decided to use it all of it and later use water for the rest of the cereals to not waste them. I cleaned the table and dishes with the help of a chair and began my mental plan. Okay, I need to raise my Stats. This was the help that the voice told me about. So I have to guess that I can increase overall increasing my Stats. Most people don''t even get better after a lot of practice. Just like my past self. I guess this will change that. My plan was to build an obstacle course around the house with the garbage that people throw away. I tried to move a lot of things but mi % of health was getting lower and lower. I didn''t want to find out what happens when I reach 0. After my status went from tired to healthy I began running across my mini obstacle course. It was not a big deal. I just made a zig-zag pattern on the ground and lifted an old tire with a rope tied on the tree. The idea was to put the ball past the tire without touching It. It was a lot harder than it sounded, believe me. I had yet to adapt on my body and my accuracity was worst, to say the least. I think I broke a pot over there, it was being unused, but I still had to tell my mom about that. I learned and took all the fragile looking thing behind the tree. That alone took me an hour. After a couple of hours and a few stops for water and bathroom I stopped. I was really tired but also didn''t want to kill the grow of this body so early. After that, I would usually go to a nearby restaurant and order the same meal since I was alone. They gave me a discount and all for pity, but it was still an expensive cost for my mom. She wanted to cook for me but couldn''t because of her work. After I grew up she would leave frozen meals for me to heat up. I decided to see what I could do. Hmmm, spaghetti doesn''t sound too difficult. No sauce though. Handling knives alone will freak out my mom. Okay I slowly cooked myself a meal and I began my research. How can a small 6-year-old kid do a research you think? Easy. Library! They have free computers to use, and even they can gift me something. I went over there and walked up to the librarian, I remember her, she was a middle age woman named Barbara. I walked up to her and tiptoed to the reception desk and told her: "Hi, Barbara! I would like to read a few books and use the computer, can I?"A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. She looked at me shocked and said "How did you know my name, David? Your mother told you?" Shit, I messed up, I quickly said "Yes! She told me that if I''m bored at home I can come to the library to read! That a pretty miss named Barbara would help me get started!" She made a wide smile and pull my cheeks while saying "You are such a cute little thing! Of course, you can read all you want, you can''t take the books home though you have to have Margaret come and apply for a library card for you! And you can use the computer, but no games. Only education stuff or news! I''m serious!" Geez, I get it! No fun on the library or else! I nodded at quickly went to the football section of the library, it was not a big one. This library was from our town, so we only had the minimum material. Why did I need to come here? To have an excuse about the obstacle training and my new ideas for the future training. If I have a solid base I can "come up" with new ideas. And I would like to check out the current panorama of the European football teams, checking their players, ages and trying to remember something about them. Like Oliver Kahn the ''Third-Rate Adulterer'' happening later this year. Also, I had to get the mail address of Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo. I won''t send them an email, a latter with a messed up letters from a kid has more impact than a formal email. I remember that I had to check stocks and news to remember if something good is coming back. The only thing I remember is the bitcoin at the start od 2010, it was so long ago. After 2 hours of reading and 2 hours on the computer I said bye too Barbara and came back to my house 2 blocks away. Our neighborhood is not bad yet, is full of old houses and old people. A few years into the future a gang will move here and made their base of operation 4 blocks away from my house and all the people here will get robbed far more often. After I came back home I tried to make a rice with some leftover reheated chicken. I added a little of vegetables we had left over and waited for my mother to come. My mother came back and was shocked to see me writing a book at the table with a hot meal in front of me. She quickly said to me: "Who cooked for you? I told you to not open the door for no one but me!" I closed my notebook that was filled with scrambled dates and random names. Even if someone looked at them they couldn''t get a meaning of all of it. Then I looked at her and said "No Mom! I checked out how you cooked and you always return tired! So I learned how to do a simple cooking! Don''t worry I didn''t touch any knife!" She started to cry a little and cleaned quickly her eyes and said "Good! Now go wash your hands while I leave my work uniform upstair and come to eat!" I nodded and went to leave my notebook on my bedroom and went to wash my hands near the bathroom upstairs and came back down. She was smiling all dinner so I took the chance and asked "Mom, could you come with me a day at the library? I want to have a library card, but you need to ask it for me! So I can bring books to read at home!" She stopped eating and looked at me like I was a freak "I told you about going to a library as a joke...Why do you need to go over there anyway? Is dangerous to go and come alone!" I innocently smiled and said "You told me that if I''m bored I can go over there! I can learn about more football training from the books! Besides I''m a big boy now! But if you come with me one day and take a library card for me I can read at home at night and stay in the library not so late!" She nodded and said "Okay, I can take a lunch break tomorrow at noon and meet you there. So all the garbage lined up on the backyard was your training?" I quickly said "Thanks, Mom! You are the best! Yes! That is my obstacle course, I heard something about an ''Agile Ladder'' it seems pretty cool! I could make something like that with old ropes of the garbage nearby!" She worriedly looked at me and said "You need to really careful about moving those things hunny, they are heavy and pointy. Try to move small things until you are at least a few years older. I don''t want to come rushing from the hospital to take you there! If I do I will give you a huge shot!" I looked really scared, I really hated shots! Even when I was older I couldn''t look at the needles directly! I nodded very fast and said "Of course Mom! You are the smarter of the planet! And the best Mom ever! I will only move small things I promise!" She smiled and we finshed eating I cleaned the table while she cleaned the dishes, then I went to take a quick shower and continued writing in my journal. But I suddenly remember and though about . Inmmediatly a tiny rectangle appear on my waist that was empty with cursive words on the background saying "Think about what you want to save here, no format of words, and no pictures, but not the lenght restriction. You can make sections" That was a good thing, I quickly double tap my waist and the blue window expanded to be in front of my face. I made a new section called future football events. I stayed almost to 12 of the night filling that up. I order them chronically, tomorrow night I will create a new section about future economic events to invest money wisely. I closed my eyes tiredly thinking about the day I will have tomorrow. Adapting (3) I woke up in the morning, the usual cereal was there but no milk. There were some old bills on the table with a note "Buy milk if you want". I took the money and ignored the cereal. I dressed up and went to our neighbors the Thompsons. It was an elderly couple, the woman ramed Rachael was and amateur agricultor, the man name was Robert I think, I wouldn''t know as we would only stare and didn''t even talk. She always boasted that her fruits and vegetables were better than those bought from the store and always offered us some. My mom was always too proud to accept their help, she didn''t even think about why they offer us fruits or vegetables. I walked to them and ringed the bell, there was a grumbling and after a minute or 2, Miss Thomson opened the door. She was really surprised to see me there alone so early in the morning. She said "What are you doing little squirrel? Why are you here and alone so early in the morning? Is there an emergency?!" She worriedly asked. I shook my head and said "No Nana! I just remembered that you said that your fruits and vegetables are tastier than the store ones! So I came here to buy a few from you!" She ruffled my hair and said "Silly child! If you are hungry you just need to come to my place more often! And keep that money to buy yourself something later! Now come inside child I will make you a tasty breakfast!" She eagerly pushed me inside, I nodded and smiled. When I arrived inside Mr. Thompson was on his usual chair watching the T.V. I said hi to him to only grumble something and continued watching T.V. Ms. Thomson said "Don''t worry about Robert, he''s usually like that! He didn''t curse at you so he is actually quite happy!" I smiled and went to their dinner table while I waited for her to prepare breakfast. After a while there it was a plate of omelet with fresh fruits as side dishes and a fresh Orange juice. AWhat a great way to start the day! I properly thanked her and ate my fill. While I was eating she was talking and smiling like looking at her grandchildren. The story of the Thompson''s was quite sad, Robert fought with his only child and because of that they never met their grandchildren. Not even when Robert died. I don''t know what the fight was, but it seems that it was a big one. So they were always alone and never talked too much with other people. Not many people knew about their circumstances and most people would leave them alone because of the constant grumpy Robert. I knew in my past life because I had to attend the funeral and Rachael told me on the way back as I was taking her back her home. She died of loneliness a few days later. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. We arranged that I would come every day to have breakfast over there, I didn''t even mention lunch because my mom would kill me if I ate all day there. Like as if I was going to eat at a church, she said that charity is for the needed and the day she couldn''t bring food for our house, that would be the day she would let me ask for food in other places. I would need to convince her, that I''m not doing this for the food but for them, that they were too lonely. Anyway, with a proper nutritious breakfast, my body felt with a lot of energy. I was ready for my practice. I added an improvise agile ladder to my obstacle course. It was before having to shoot in the tire. I continued until was close to lunch, I took a quick shower and went to the library to meet my mother. We walked into the library and the process was pretty quick since the librarian knew my mother and knew she was in a hurry because this was her lunch break. She gave me a lunchbox she brought from her worked and said bye to me and to not leave too late, that it was her condition so that she would let me stay here. I ate outside the library and then went inside again. I only read a little of the books, to know if they were worthy to bring it home or not. Why did I need these books if I know better tactics in the future? Know your enemy! I didn''t even remember these old tactics. The other 3 hours I stayed on the computer looking at specifically one thing. Future matches to be held. I was trying to look for a good match with the perfect opportunity to gamble and with a lot of money. I need to ask my mother or another non-greedy adult to make the bet for me! What was I betting on? Of course the UEFA Champions League! The most important European tournament of all time. Also, it was the only tournament I study with a great deal of detail. Why? When I was dying I told you that I did everything possible to be a better player. And that include viewing all the goals of tournaments from 2002. It was a way to see different approaches and make opportunities to score. It helped me a lot until my physical and reflex couldn''t keep the pace with the way my mind was telling them. Some are gifted from birth, others simply because they were born into a wealthy family and didn''t lack anything to stop them from being the best. Anyway, I knew this Champions League was going to win Milan by penalties against Juventus. It was a tight game, Pavel Nedv¨§d was playing at his best that year. Oh, I should bet that Pavel Nedv¨§d will win the Ballon d''Or too. Anyway, I have plenty of time. The Champions League was currently on Quarter-finals that would start on 8¨C9 April of this year. But the quicker I made the bet the quicker the better odds I would get. I knew all the goals and who made them, but not in the exact minutes. Except for a few notorious last minutes goals. I will ask my mother an early gift from my birthday, not a lot of course. Only to get the initial $25 or $30 dollars to make the bookie agency worthwhile. Or maybe I will go recycle thing around the neighborhood to get my own funds! After I finished thinking about matches and results of looking at the football teams, I stood up. Of course, while I was thinking all this I did simultaneously with my function and also added a tab called Champions League 2002/2003. After I took 3 old tactics book home I arrived before it was dark. As I was going back home I said hi to the Thomspons without entering their home. So I took the books to my bedroom and tried to prepared dinner. I made a simple rice and vegetable dinner. I took one book from my bedroom and started reading on the chair at the dinner table. My mom was not so surprised this time, but still warmed a lot of hugs and kisses from my good behavior. After we finished eating I told her about the Thompsons, she was angry but quickly understood my intentions and said to even then don''t abuse of their good will, that I need to think of a way yo repay them. I nodded and then I took a quick shower and took a look at my , they were the same, but I feel stronger for an odd reason. Anyway, what can you expect from only 2 days of training? Maybe after a month, I will see some changes. I have to wait 2 weeks while being a good boy to ask for money for my mom to make the bets. Or maybe If I have a little more time I can go recycling in the near recycling facility. Well, technically she will do it. Oh, that remains me, I need to ask old newspapers to the old Arnold who sells newspapers 4 blocks away. So I can start collecting stories about Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo. Oh well, one step at the time no? Reaching goals I kept with my routine of having breakfast with the Thompsons, the old grumpy Robert would turn a little of the volume down when I was around to hear our conversations with Rachael I think. It was cute now that I thought about that. After having breakfast with them I would train on my obstacle course for around 2 and half hours. Slowly trying to integrate new future training methods, but my body was too young for that, so I was doing the lite version. the last 30 minutes I would clean the backyard as much as possible, advancing little by little. I would have a quick shower and a lunch with proteins if possible, to favor my growing and muscle development. I asked to change our meal plan with my mother, it costed the same as the last list Because we didn''t have to buy milk, or cereal or anything for breakfast. Even on Sunday, we would come together to have breakfast with the Thompsons. My mother always asked if I bother them too much, and Rachael always says that a little squirrel like me couldn''t eat much anyway. Haha just wait when I reach my teens! After that, I would go to the library to return the used books and research more important football matches on the future and use my handy to complete all the details without anyone noticing it. I began to also write when I came to the library, to make a compilation of all the body training of various authors and make one on my own. Why not in the diary? IDK about you but I like to read on paper, not on some screen. After that, I would take the free papers that I wrote (they were actually old yellow papers not much use for them anymore) and took 2 or 3 books back home. Late at night, I would cook for both of my mother and me, we would chat and discuss something while eating. Afterward, I would take another shower and go to my bedroom to continue reading until I fall sleep. Doing this, a month passes by in a blink of an eye. It was already 15 of March, Two important things happened on that date: the first one was that it was 1 month since I came back and still here. It seems that it''s not a dream. And the second thing was that I was starting my first grade. Goodbye sweet sweet summer vacation, hi nasty kid that are too stupid to notice that they are stupid. Also, all the kids here call football "soccer" Ew! I feel ashamed every time I hear that word coming from people from my country. Maybe if I became their representative on football I could make them call it different. On the subject of the metric system, they are truly hopeless, I can only teach my kids the proper measure system and also know this country imperial system. I know that they are supposed to learn that at school and also learn Spanish. But how many US citizen that you know actually know this stuff when they become adults? None. If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Anyway, before starting the school I sit with my mother in a serious air and said this to her: "Mom, I''m starting first grade. I''m no longer your baby, I''m capable of taking my own desitions if that doesn''t involve any illegality and harm anyone right?" She suspiciously said "Yes, don''t even think about letting you walk alone to school because you are ashamed of me! I have to ensure that you would go to school and not go somewhere to play football!" Ouch mother, how much trust did you have in me before? Oh well, you can''t fix 5 years od shannigans in one month. I nodded and said "I will not miss school, I promise. What I''m asking you are 2 things. The first one is to ask for an earlier birthday present! Don''t shout at me yet! Let me finish!" I said quickly as I was seeing her opening the mouth preparing to shout really loudly. After that, she settled and urged me to continue, which I did saying "I need that money to make a profit about absolute certain football matches results, I guarantee that I would win. I went constantly to the library for a month researching about teams and their possible results! If I fail I will not bet again, I swear it!" She was doubting what to say and after 2 minutes she slowly said "Okay, and remember if you lose the bet you are going to quit it. How much and how are we going to do it?" I smiled and said "THANKS MOM! YOU ARE THE BEST! Okay, the plan is simple enough, I will come to you to the "RedJackals" chain that is on town. They are a legal gambling business that deals with sports. They also have chains in Europe. I will go with you this week and I will fill all the results I have for the whole Champions League that is yet to start. We could go someday that you are free at lunch. Is at 4 blocks away from your job and 10 blocks from the school mom!" She was impressed with my well-thought plan, not only having her go only one time and looking for a place nearby also on the days she is freer. So she accepted and said "Ok, BIG BOY. I will give you $50 dollars, the date we are going is this Friday at the end of the school week." I nodded and settled the deal. In this past month, I cleared most of our backyard of junk and organize them on the corner of my yard. Separated by type, so it was easier to recycle. In this week I will ask borrowed the wheel cart from the Thompsons and recycle all of this, the stuff that is just junk I will throw it on the community dump. I have most of my obstacle course ready, I added a few mannequins to practice faints and don''t be frightened about big guys so easily because of my size. Also, I added a few targets round wood tables and I put them on the wall. It was a pretty decent basic obstacle course if I may say. I felt proud to be able to make this with just jun layin around. The weekend passed really fast and it was Monday already, my first day of First Grade. I was going to the public school walking with my mother. I already have all my bag ready for yesterday and my football ball in my hand to play as I go. My mother insisted on leaving it on the house since I didn''t have another one and she was afraid that I would lose it. I said that she didn''t have to worry that I would keep it safe with my life! She laughed at that and told me to come outside beside the obstacle course that I wanted to show me something. I went outside and I saw Rachel holding the digital camera of my mother, it was a 10 MP camera that we bought last year for Christmas since she was worry that would miss my precious moments without a camera. Oh now I remember, this was the year my mother started taking the first day of school photos. It was a cool tradition. I made a mighty and proud pose showing my obstacle course while my mother hugged me from behind. It was a warm scene. Rachel even cried a little and told me to behave well at school or she would not give me more tasty breakfast! I wail and said I would be better than Santa Claus! She laughed and pinched my cheeks. So we finally arrived at school and saw a bunch of kids crying hugging their parents to not leave them. I was amused at the sight and told her my mother that she could pick me up at the same spot at the end of the day. She would take a break from her home to pick me up and walk home with me and then return to her work. Who would know that the picture on the first day of first grade besides my junk obstacle course would later become so famous and even an icon for hard work? First Grade So I went onwards to my doom, or as people say, school. I have to relive all the moments of school all over again. Some popular folks would literally kill for this opportunity. Since it was the only time in their life where they felt important and powerful. Only to arrive later at the real world and have their bubble popped. It always amuses me to see the bitch queen being almighty at high-school only to end pregnant and working as a stripper. I really don''t get why people pay for girls dancing in front of you without touching her with a bunch of old men beside you. Well, different tastes for different people I guess. Anyhow, going back to primary school. I started first grade with my blue old backpack that we got in a discount store and my reliable football ball. Of course, I gather little weird looks, seeing a kid with a football ball under his hand the first day of school is just asking to get bullied. I didn''t care though, I have to use my time the most efficient way possible, the school was just a huge waste of time for me in my view. But I had to go because my mom would be really disappointed if I dropped school half-way. I really have to talk her about the university, that I didn''t want to go. I had to tell her about a lot of time so she doesn''t take the brunt of the damage so unexpectedly. Anyway, first-grade students had their class assigned before the start of the school year, my mother told me that I was in the 4th class of first grade. Usually the worst of the student, the lower the class number. The general conception was that it was not intended that way. But hey! Some people believe in the Sasquatch so this was something small compared to that. Get it? Small? Am I nervous? You are nervous, fucker! I arrived and sit at the middle right of the classroom, it was the best location between the fooling around kids and the nerds. Normal enough and I could see clearly the board. I wasn''t the first kid to arrive, they were already forming groups, maybe they went to kindergarten together. Sadly my kindergarten was shut down because of low funding. I didn''t know anyone here, perfect. I didn''t want to remember something I was supposed to know. Anyway, after a few minutes, the class was full, a lot of kids sitting around me. Mostly asking me to let them play with the football ball, I didn''t let them. First, because I didn''t trust them enough to not break something with my ball. And Second, a lot of kids had snots running and touching everything, like HELL I would let them touch my football ball with those dirty hands! A couple of kids tried to have a chat with me, but their subjects of interest were mostly tv kids shows or something cool they saw once upon a time, and that thing another kid escalated it until they literally went to the moon on their vacations. So I was bored as hell, the first days/week on the school were always like this. Knowing each other and the teachers. But the most important difference between kindergarten and first grade, NO NAPS! How annoying was that?! I know, a bunch of kids began to sleep on their table, and the teacher was busy waking them up.The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement. Finally was the recess time, we went to school from 7 AM until 1 PM. And had 2 hours of recess. Every 2 hours, it was a blessing. I took my football ball outside and the kids were grouping around me, we had a shared with all the kids from grade 1 to grade 4. Obviously, we were the little kids easy pushed around and had the least amount of space, since "bigger kids need more space". That was a problem, I need space to play, I couldn''t get better doing tricks all the time. I need to claim at least half of the recess space, to make a shift made a football field. I look for the target and found it. It was pretty easy to find, he was the biggest meanest 4th-grade student around. He was leaning on the fence with a hood covering him. He didn''t look like 10 years old at all, he was at least double my size. I went to him and said "Hey kid, do you want to make a $50 bet?" He looked straight at me and said "You called me kid little dimwit? If you leave $50 dollars here I won''t hurt you!" He approached and tried to grab me, I dodged him and he almost fell because I dodged very quickly. He surprised tried to grab me again and I made distance while shouting "This kid is a chicken! Bwok bwok bwok! Doesn''t want to bet! Bwok bwok bwok!" I was shouting while folding my arms in a triangle like a pair of chicken wings while imitating the sound. A lot of kids began to gather around us while he shouted "WHO DOESN''T DARE?! WHAT KIND OF BET DO YOU WANT KID?!" I smiled and said "Simple enough black chicken, we have the best of 3 goals in football" I showed him my football ball "This football, not handegg" A lot of kids were confused and didn''t get the joke. I continued "We can do it 2 ways, one way is for you to choose a goalkeeper and the 2 of us play against each other and the first that makes 2 goals wins. Or the other option is to alternate between the goalkeeper every goal the other one does. The first one to make 2 goals wins. Which way do you want?" He smiled and said "The first one! AND DON''T EVEN THINK ABOUT NOT KEEPING THE BET! And what do you want in the intimate chance of you winning?" I smiled and said, "ALL of this side of the schoolyard, I want to make a football field, you can always come to play, but no bullying inside the football field!" A lot of 4th-grade kids began to laugh "Haha Marcus show the little kid who''s the boss around here!" Another kid added "Yeah! $50 Dollars man! That''s like 5000 hamburgers right??!" Another kid refuted "No, that''s like 600 hamburgers you moron!" And...they began to fight to call each other moron. Wow, kids are volatile and with a short span of attention, who would want to teach anything to this kids? Oh right those poor teachers, God be with them. He agreed and began making taunts and claimed that we would make me eat my words and make me poorer than I ever was. That last part almost made me lost my patience, I don''t know why, if I was like I was in my past life I wouldn''t pay any mind of him trash-talking. I think my body and mind still has remains of my 6 years old mind. I chose a small Asian kid, his name was Han, he didn''t talk much that''s why I liked him. But he was a restless kid, always moving and running. In the few minutes we were on the recess he made 2 laps around the place. He was like a little cat pouncing and chasing everything that moved. He didn''t know how to play so I simply told him "Stay on the goal post, is this place between the coats, and catch every ball that comes your way, don''t let it pass the line!". He nodded and paced around the goal post like an animal being kept on the place. Marcus on the other hand simple chose the fattest kid around and put him on the goal post and told him that he would give him 2 hamburgers after the match. The kid was practically drooling thinking about the hamburgers with a fire in his eyes. Oh shit, there is nothing more dangerous as a fat guy with hunger. Finally, we were in the middle of the field, I took the ball and tried to pass besides him. A really bad decision, he pushed me with his shoulder and I almost fell to the ground. But the push was enough advantage for him to take the ball away. He scored with ease since my goalkeeper tried to jump from one side to another really quickly. He just waited and scored with ease. I stood up and went to the middle of the field. I said to myself "GO DAVID GO!" , now it''s show time. First Grade (2) Han''s POV YAY! The first day of school! I''m so excited to know a lot of new boys and girls! Maybe I could make a couple of friends! I hope they don''t moke about my accent like the last kids! They were really mean to me! But a new city, new life, like daddy, says! Everything is gonna be alright! Oh, what is this? And that? Oh, what is over there? I know! I bet I can arrive at the classroom before that fat guy near it! YES! SUCCESS! Oh, a kid brought a football ball, how odd! But is so fun to play! I think! I only watched from the t.v. I wish I could talk to him, but they are so many people nearby. I bet they will mock me. I will only look from afar for now! ... Finally recess!! I will impress the kid with the football ball! LOOK AT ME! I RAN 2 COMPLETE LAPS ON THE RECESS GROUND! Yes! It worked! I''m so smart! Ok, so only I have to stay on the line and catch every ball that comes my way? Great! I will go from like a lion to one coat to another like they were my preys! Yes, I''m so smart! POUNCE! Catch! POUNCE! Catch! HAHAHAH! Oh no, the big kid is coming my way! I will make my fastest dives to one coat to the other so I can catch it! .. Oh, no... the ball passed the line! I bet he will blame me and he will tell the other kids that if they want to play with him they don''t need to be around me! Oh no....not again... ... David''s POV SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! I made a huge mistake! I''m not in my old body! I can''t take body contact like I used to do it in the past. Or future? Anyway, I''m just a 6-year-old kid, I can''t match the size of a dude of 10 years old. Stupid! Shit, stupid, idiot. I kept insulting myself while going to reach the ball past the goal post. While I was going there I notice that Han was still on the ground, and was now crying. GREAT DAVID! You made a small kid cry, the perfect first day of school. I quickly went to Han and told him "Dude don''t cry! We have to score 2 more times to end the match! You can still play more!" I made that silly attempt at being funny while he looked at me and said "Are you not going to blame me? I didn''t do it on porpoise!" I quickly shook my head and lightly hit his head "Dude, just do the best of what you can do and everything is gonna be alright!" He nodded and focused on the task at hand. I also told him that he doesn''t need to pounce really quickly to the coats. He only needs to pounce at the ball or the direction the ball is going. With a new resolve, I arrived at the center of the field. Marcus was there and mocked me "See little kid? I can beat you on this trash sport even without even trying!" I made a fake smile "Wow! So impressive to beat a little kid!"This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. When he was furious and about to answer I made my kickoff and passed him but now very quickly with a long pass to myself. I was quickly in front of the fat kid, he was mumbling something about hamburgers. I made the faint of going right, trying to pass him. He quickly looked to the right and opened his legs changing the direction of his body. So I made the ball pass through between his fat legs. GOAAAAAAAL! I quickly made a fist on the air and came running back to the center of the field after getting congratulations from the crowd of kids. Even they were a couple of teachers watching us. Nice! I have to show off then HAHA! Fuck, again my kid instinct kicking in. Is a good thing or a bad thing? I have to learn to enjoy the small things like I used to. I enjoyed the moment and went again to the center of the field and faced Marcus again. This time he didn''t gloat or anything. He was focused on the ball and didn''t hear about anything about what I was telling him. He waited a little while and kicked the ball. He passed me pretty quickly since he has bigger legs. Fuck my small tiny legs, I can''t wait to grow up. I tried to steal the ball under his feet but couldn''t reach it. He was near the post goal and was taking the position for shooting, Han was frozen so I shouted "RIGHT!" and Han pounced the right post and caught the ball. He stood up with a big smile and shouted "YES!!" I smiled and made a sign with my hand to make a big pass. He understood and made a big arc pass that made past Marcus. I was already beside the fat guy, but he was dumbly looking at the sky, looking at the ball coming. I made my biggest jump yet in this life! It was like 15 cm but for a kid my age was like I was flying! Obviously, I''m not on the same stage as Cristiano Ronaldo and his mighty 44 cm vertical jump, but I was just starting! And while In the air I kicked the ball to one corner of one of the jacket. It was just a straight kick while on the air, with no effect whatsoever. But the fat kid seemed to be frighted about a kick doing a fly kick and stayed root on his place. So I finally made my second... GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! I landed on the ground and made a victory lap but suddenly I watched a blue light on my right wrist. I didn''t have time to check while I was surrounded by little kids. Hearing things like: "You are the best!!! Can you teach me that flying kick???!!" "WOW! Can you jump to the roof?!" "I bet you have springs on your shoes like my cousin!" And stupid things like that. But I said thanks to everyone and came to Marcus. He was black, but I swear I never saw a black guy turned this red. I hope is not red from anger but embarrassment, maybe both. Shit, I need to be a good winner. I went walking to him and extended my hand to him while saying "Good game Marcus, you played really well. Did you played before?" He grumbly said "Yeah, one of my uncles is a big fan of soccer so I sometimes play on family reunions... Okey, I will keep my promise, but only for this year. Next year I will go the middle school and you are on your own kid." We shook hands and the kids surrounding me were like crazy. A teacher had to come to calm the excited kids down. After I went to Han and thanked him for his help I went to the bathroom to check the blue notification and I read the following:
Mission Complete! Rewards: +1 on all .
WTF?! There was a mission and I didn''t get the notification of the new mission? What kind of shitty system is like that? So I have to manually check if I have a mission before each game? What a pain in the ass...Well, I need to buy a watch so I don''t look so weird for looking at my wrist every time before the match. Maybe it could be my new Kabbalah. Of course, new life new Kabbalah, the last kabbalah didn''t work so much for me...or worked? Depends on the side you look at it. Well let''s check my after a month of training and the new reward:
Name: David Hunter Age: 6 years old Health condition: Tired (35%)
~~~~~~~~~~[BASIC STATS]~~~~~~~~~~~ [Pace ¡ú Current: 3 PC (-F)] [Shooting ¡ú Current: 4 SHT (-F)] [Passing ¡ú Current: 3 PS (-F)] [Dribbling ¡ú Current: 3 DB (-F)] [Physical ¡úCurrent: 4 PHC (-F)] [Defense ¡ú Current: 2 DF (-F)]
Niiice, so it seems that 1 per month of intelligent training. Maybe I could get more if I made an intense training with a professional watching me and with the proper nutritious food. But hey, I''m still poor as fuck. Getting this gains just from the veggies from the kind nana and my obstacle course is pretty nice. I didn''t want to hurt my body now that It was growing, so if that means less so be it. I plan to make a long football career, the foundations of the first years are the most important. Shit, I need to get money ASAP! I need to calm myself, I was poor almost all my past life, a few more months aren''t gonna hurt me. After the cool recess win, we came back to our classroom and got another 2 hours of boring subjects. The next recess was a cool experience, half of the recess ground was empty, waiting for us little kids. We quickly went over there and started to throw coats on the ground and even a couple of kids began to draw lines on the floor with stolen chalks from the teachers and we began playing. It was chaotic as you imagine, no rules, nothing. But it was a cool experience, I had real fun, even practice a little of coaching and dribbling trying to dodge the infinity amounts of little kids. After a while, bigger kids tried to barge in only to be met with Marcus mean glare and left us alone. I really had fun my first day at school. What a good way to begin. First Grade (3) I ended my school day with my mother waiting for me at the exit of the school. We went walking to our house while chatting. She was telling me all about the things that happened in the hospital in her area. Obviously the cut-down kid version with no blood or anything gore like that. But it was still cool to hear about a lady with A LOT of pain in her chest and my mom made her feel really well after a while. She was really proud to save a life, what a nice person she is. She did the most of the talk on the way home and only asked me small things. She wanted to cook tonight so she made pork ribs and mash potatoes! What a fest! I hope she saves more lives in the future! I slowly chew the meat to enjoy the festivity. My mom was smiling looking at me really slowly enjoying this rare meal. When I was a kid back then I ate this meal like it was fast food without even testing it, and even ask for my mom portion. What a dickhead. Anyway, she asked about my day. I calmly told her: "It was really cool, I had a match with a big boy and won. So now all the first-grade students have the half of the recess ground for ourselves. We made a makeshift football field. It was really cool, I met with a new interesting kid, he''s Han. It''s Asian and talks funny but he''s a cool kid" My mom was amused and told me "Oh, a cool kid? And what are you? A grown-up man? HAHA. It''s a joke don''t get angry honey, it''s really nice that you enjoyed your first day at school! Now, can the grown-up man help me clean the table and wash the dishes?" I laughed and nodded while finishing my meal. After I help her I took a quick shower before coming to my bedroom. I read a little while of the old strategy book that was still on my hands from the weekend. ..... ____________________ Eric POV In all my years of teaching at the public school, I saw a lot of shit. From kids dealing drugs and bringing guns of their parents to school. Thank god for no school shooting yet. I think the biggest reason is the expensive ammo, thank god for the greedy guns dealers. But in all my years of teaching, I never saw something like what I saw during the first week of school this year. I saw a little kid from the first grade of the school to bet $50 to won a match of soccer against the biggest kid around, the thug Marcus from fourth grade. It was an amazing match, the kid even did a fly kick and all. But the most amazing of all this. This little kid had brought a little of order to this chaotic recess ground. At least half of the recess ground was a soccer field so we can only watch a little and focus or attention on the other kids.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. But the kid not only had a bright mind in all the school subjects, also had the charm to bring a lot of people good side. A lot of teachers were already talking good things about him. I even joking asked for an autograph from the amazing football player to have him grab a permanent marker from my desk and sign on my cup of coffee. Even the signature was like an adult, did he practiced signing a lot? What an amusing kid! This year is gonna be interesting. ... Little did Eric know, that he was now in possession of the most expensive cup of coffee of the world. It was the first documented signature from David. .... _______________________ FINALLY FRIDAY! YES! I excitedly waited for my mother at the exit of school with my football ball under my arm like always. A couple of kids saying bye to me, Han too. He was trying to chat a little more but was still worried about his accent so not so much. Finally, my mom arrived, she apologized for the late arrival. There was an emergency and had to deal with the situation before coming here. I sometimes forgot about her demanding job, I hope I made enough money to shoulder some of the expenses around the house to let her not work so many hours. This extras hours will take a toll on her health later on. What an irony, staying more hours to heal people only to her to get worse. We walked quickly while I told her my plans. She told me numerous times that this money is for my birthday, so if I use it now I will not have a birthday present. I told her that I understood and we quickly went to the betting house. It was the RedHorse Betting House, it was open 24hs and was the biggest betting house around the country. We arrived and had a couple of weird looks. Of course, people would look at us strangely, a nurse and a 6-year-old kid going to a betting house this late in the afternoon. Pretty weird, a couple of men looked with pity at me like it was my mom a gambling addict. She was too tired to notice all this and just went to the front free glass counter. She was about to explain the situation when I said to her: "NO MOM! I want to talk to the manager, to make my money worth every penny!" She made a defeated smile and told the cashier that, the cashier just laughed and called the manager jokingly saying that if he was into kids nowadays. A grumbly old and fat man walked out of a steel door and talked to me and said "What do you want kid?! Don''t you see people are actually busy here?" Before my mom would erupt and began swearing at him I said "Hey grampa! I just want to make a good bet with my birthday money! A lot of people around told me that the good old Gunter always make wins! So I came looking for you! Sorry, if you are busy we could always come another day!" The face of Gunter changed and walked us into his office, of course, who would get mad to a polite and kiss ass kid? But I knew this guy from my past life, he was greedy as hell and always underestimated teens. One time he has an extremely good deal to a teen that he said that South Korea would be on the final 4 of the world cup. He gave him 35000:1 odds and made a bet of $100. He won 350k and made him look like a fool, while he received a commission of the bet, he didn''t gain as much because he was certain about the impossibility of the result and so he didn''t change any terms. I was currently wanting a deal like that, or maybe even better. I quickly told him "Grandpa! I know the results of the UEFA Champions League! Even all the goals and who will score them!" He began to laugh really loud and told me "REALLY KID? SO THEN TELL ME! HAHA!" I innocently made a confused face and told him "How can I tell you those player names? They are so hard to say! Can you please bring me a bracket of the Champions League and all the names of the players on paper please?" He began to laugh even louder and said "HAHAHAHA OKEY KID! I WILL OBEY YOU! HAHA" He then disappears into the crowded common office and then I told to my mother "Sh, don''t say anything, I know exactly who to bet, I''m doing this to make him give us a better deal! Making my money worth!" She nodded and kept silent. What a comprehensive mother, or maybe she will kick my ass at home...Time will tell. After a while, he came back with all the things I asked and he had a greedy smile on his face "The minimum bet for asking a manager to bring information for you to make a bet is $200 didn''t you knew that?" Betting Like a Champion That was your move? The classic minimum bet? You are even dumber than you look. Ok, I will teach him a lesson: "Sure, as you know we can pay with the first match winning. If the amount is not enough then you can contact the client to ask for money. Don''t tell me you don''t know that?" He was shocked but quickly said "Of course, of course! But the interest of waiting for payment is gonna be a hefty one since we need to wait until the first match to pay the amount. 25% per month waiting!" I nodded and said "Okay, but I have a couple of requisites here. The amount to bet is the start of $200 for the first match, after the deduced amount of payment for the money borrowed I want to put the rest of the money on the next match and continued doing that until the end of the Champions League. If I lose any bet I will pay the double of the amount required, for EACH match." Oh he''s thinking it, it was really a good deal, not only have a payment of the $150 + interest but also $200 for each match lose. It was 13 total matches for the quarter-finals. That was $2600! A lot of money! "Okay kid, but we need to sign some papers with that written down. Let''s get started then" I quickly said "Not so quickly, I want to make an additional bet and discuss the total odds you are going to give me. The other bet I want to make is about the Ballon d''Or. And the odds you are going to give me is 200.000/1 for the matches (2M profit) and 50.000/1 for the Ballon d''Or (500k profit). The commission you are going to take is a total of 5% for all the gains. But first, let me choose the scores and players that will make them! Pass me the bracket and the names of players!" He was frozen in place hearing about all the terminology that a kid of 6 years old wasn''t supposed to know and just obeyed. When he regained his composure he was seeing an image of a mother reading some last names and telling him which number was higher than the other. Suddenly a thought was on the mind of "Oh, I get it! It''s all a rouse to make me lose my composure and made me afraid so they can make a fool of me! WHO THE WELL SEND IT TO ME? I BET IT WAS THOSE CLOWNS OF COWBOYS UNITED ACROSS THE STREET! Hmm, I will not let them afraid of a little kid, they will see!" He waited for a while for the kid and the woman to let them choose they bettings. After waiting for a while the BETS WERE THE FOLLOWING: "Real Madrid winning against Manchester 1 point difference. Juventus winning Barcelona 1 point difference. Milan winning against Ajax 1 point difference. Internazionale winning against Valencia but winning because of the away goals rule. After that Juventus win against Real Madrid 1 point difference. Milan winning against Internazionale because of the away goals rule.This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it Milan winning the cup with a penalty shoot-out." Under each result was a detailed description of the scores of each match and who made them. Even on the final result he even put who would score the penalties. Even a cute image of Pavel Nedv¨§d with a golden ball beside his name and with a little cheer saying "This year is your year!" It was a huge contrast to he was seeing earlier, it looked so messy but now it looked so organized on the paper. Are they doing this to mess with me right? Fuck them! Don''t play their mental games! Increase the amount of money if they lose! Gunter smiled and said to David "Sureee, I can make this arrangement. But remember this is a huge deal so if you don''t win all the matches you have to pay the total amount of debt plus a 50% for all the trouble!" David smiled and nodded "Oh that''s fine! We can also increase the winning bet by a 50% if we win all matches right grandpa? Or are you afraid of my mighty predictive powers?!" I said that while doing a mighty power ranger pose! I touched a nerve it seems he went running to his desk and searched for a prepared contract and only modified a couple of things we already discussed and urged us to sign it if we are brave enough! I calmly read it before passing it to my mother who was looking at me like I was dead meat walking. She wasn''t one of those mom''s that would make a scene of the street. But if you take an advantage of that ... Oh boy, you are gonna be on a Hell on earth. She agreed because I knew that we had about $3000 in saving for my college already. Why did I know that? Is easy, maths. Take the expense of living to deduce her year winning and divide by 12. Now you have all the free money available. Deduce a percentage of unexpected things like repairs, deduce the birthday gifts and Christmas and now you have the whole saving per month. Now when she started saving? Easy, after my father accident...Now add each saving per month, and you have an approximate figure. Math is your friend! She only said a single thing after reading all the document 2 times "You are betting your future on this, why?" I looked at her determined and said: "For a future of my choosing, this is my starting point, please, as a mother, trust this one time in your son." He was quiet even with all the shouting of Gunter and after 5 minutes she signed and walked out of the room. I stood up and took the document and the bracket and said "Give me 2 copies of each one, so you can''t go back your word" Gunter smiled and took a photocopy of both and gave it to them. My mother was waiting for me near the exit. We walked without saying a word during the whole trip. She was clearly displeased with me, it was worth it? To damage my relationship with my mother for money? I don''t really know, but it was a necessary step for having more chances to succeed at my dream. I hope I don''t reach a point where I have to choose between my mother and my football career. I will not know what to do at that point. Go away evil thoughts! Stay positive, this is just a temporal mood because of the heavy situation, we only need to endure it a few more weeks and she will see that all my predictions are true and get better on time! After we arrived home we had a simple chicken and rice meal, did the dishes and cleaned the table, I insisted. After that I went to practice football for 1 hour on the obstacle course, we only had a dim light outside so I had to rely more on the feeling of my foot and my hearing for dribbling, it was a cool method of training some athletes used in the future. On the weekend I mostly stayed at the library reading, since the environment in my house was not the best, to say the least. I went to the Thompsons house as always with my mother and made a fake smile, but they notice it and made thing awkward. Anyway, my week was consisted of waking up, going to the Thompsons house, have breakfast with Rachael (Ms. Thompson) and then go with my mother together to the school. At school, I was mostly bored and while going I tried to complete my book about new training methods. It was a slow process. On the recess I would often practice and made mock matches with other grade students, it was fun. But no other mission showed up. After that, I would wait for my mother at the exit and come in silence to our house. We would eat and made small talk, not like before. After helping her, I would go to practice football outside for 1 hour, or 1-hour and a half depends on my mood. After that I would take a quick shower, go to my bedroom and read about old strategies, even I began to read about how to lead people better. Not only about football but in general, I notice that the teams that are most consistent about winning they aren''t relying on a football star. They depend on the whole team, football is a team sport, sometimes people forget about that. After doing that routine for 1 week I was playing football outside my house at night as usual but for my surprise, a voice from the porch of the Thompsons called me: "Hey, you stinky brat! Stop playing with that rug of a ball and come over here, we need to talk." Inquiries I froze in place when I heard that voice, it was one of the few times I heard it. It was the voice of Mr. Thopson, Robert. My grumpy neighbor, remember? I quickly clean my clothes with my hands to shake off any dirt that I had on me and went on the porch of his house. He coldly looked at me and signaled me to sit down on the chair next to him. I quietly did and waited for him to continue, he didn''t like formalities and greeting so I waited for him. He continued after drinking from his cup, maybe he had a little whiskey in there. After 2 sips he said while looking at his front yard "What did you do to make your mom so mad? Did you fight with someone you moron?" I smiled and said "No Robert, I did not. The problem with my mother is because I gamble a sizable sum of money that was supposed to be for my college funds. I stood my ground and asked her my money, telling her that I would pursue my dreams, and that I didn''t need that money, that I would use it more wisely while chasing my dream!" Robert reached out with his hand and knocked hard on my head and told me "You are so stupid, little kid! Not only you gambled all of your money your mother take so much effort to gather, you did it before even talked to her about your future dreams. Only doing it at the moment. Do you have any idea how she just felt right now you stupid brat? She must feel like shit, like if all her effort was for nothing but a laugh. If I was her I would hit you so hard you would beg to attend college as earliest as possible! Now go to apologize to your mother and have a real talk with her! If you don''t, don''t bother to come back!" After that he stood up and turned off the light of their porch, making me sit on the darkness all for myself. Why was I still sitting there like a dumb kid like he said I was? Because I was actually like that. I wasn''t considered enough to my OWN mother! How the hell can I keep behaving like that? I was just too focused on doing the necessary for my dream that didn''t even considered the feeling of those closest around me. Shit, I need to fix this, not tomorrow, not on the weekend, right fucking now! I stood up and began running to my house like I had my butt on fire. ____________This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. Rachael''s POV Robert is getting happier and happier the days pass! Oh, it was like this on the good old days! With Jr, all 3 together on the breakfast table... This kid David is such a cute little fella! He mostly listens but when he adds something in the conversation is always important. Like a twist of the topic or a good joke about current events. Is always interesting to have such a young kid around! It revitalizes the house! Even my plants are happier I swear! Robert started to keep the volume of his T.V. down to listen to our conversation, as he was part of it. He will always be my curious little man! The things were going really well. Too well, until one weekend the thing between the mother of the kid and the kid were awkward. I told Robert to not mess with their business but he didn''t listen. He always thinks about "the right thing to do". He was always like that, even on the military. That was one of the reasons I married him. He called the kid while breaking his dry season of alcohol. Just to gather enough courage to mess around another private affair. He was scared that would happen again what happened with Jr. I will pray that will not, and that David will take his advice with his good heart as I know he has. I know a good way to reward his courage! I will make his favorite dinner! Steak with french fries! I know we can''t eat so much of this stuff at our age but he deserves it! __________________ I quickly arrived in front of my mother bedroom. And knocked on the door, she let me in and I sit on her bed while she was stitching one of her clothes but hid it quickly to ask me "Why did you come here so late honey? And why didn''t you bath yet? You reek!" I looked at her and said "Mom, I know that you did so much effort to gather that much money for my college fund. I didn''t thank you for that... Thanks, mom, you are the best!" I said while hugging her, after a while, I separated from her and continued "But mom, I knew from a year ago what I want to do when I grow up, I want to play football. I don''t want to college because I know pretty well what I want to do. Is not that your effort is in vain, just that I want a different thing, and I promise you that I will follow my dream all my life, also our money is gonna increase, not decrease I promise!" She stayed quiet for a little while and took out the pants that she was stitching and continued doing that while she said "I really don''t know how to respond to that. What mother is prepared to hear that his 6-year-old son already know what he wants to do the rest of his life? You are really something else, like your father. You don''t behave like you are supposed to behave! You are supposed to be a kid and enjoy your childhood while not worrying about money and other grown-up stuff that you always talk about.....I don''t know what really changed you, maybe after your father accident you felt the need to step out and be the man of the house, BUT IS NOT NECESSARY DEALING! I will always be with you and protect you and this family! Sorry for not giving you what deserve in life, but I will do my best for you to triumph in life!" After that, she started crying, as well as me. I hugged her with all my strength and stayed with her for about 30 minutes shading tears together. After that, I said "You are the best mother in the whole world! I''m really happy with my life, I only need a little money to train better and have more money so you don''t have to work so much! Your excessive working is hurting your health mom and you know it! I don''t need to step as a man because you are both father and mother for me! I only started acting strangely because I know I have to be determined enough to follow my dream mom, my vocabulary comes from the books and from the people around me. Like you and the Thompsons. I really like the life that you are giving me Mom, don''t cry!" He hugged a little more and she said "Okay darling, I understand. I''m glad we have this talk. Now go to take a shower and after that go to bed. We both need to wake up earlier in the morning. Also, I will try to work a little less to don''t fatigued my body." I smiled and nodded and went to do my night activities, finally, I was at peace with my mother. I''m so stupid at times, I need to thank Robert properly next time I see him. He''s really like a grandpa with me. With all those thoughts I closed my eyes and finished my day. Finally here! Another day another dollar! I woke up revitalized because of our good talk with my mother last night. I woke up, dressed up for school and went to the Thompsons house. This time Robert opened the door, he stared at me for about one minute and then left the door opened and sat again in his usual chair. I excitedly went to have breakfast and had a warm greeting even with a hug from Rachael. I told her all the details I remembered from the last night conversation and she was beaming with joy. She called me like I was behaving like a grown-up man now, taking responsibilities for his actions. That made me proud, no one ever told me something like that before. As I was leaving I looked at the back of Robert and said "Thanks for your advice Mr. Thompson, you are a really great person!" and made a quick rush to hug his neck and rushed out of the house. I was so embarrassed, but that was the least I could do to someone who understood the situation way better than me. .... Rachael saw all this and went to his husband and said "Here honey, clean with this tissue" Robert grabbed the tissue and said "Damn kid! Bringing dust to my eyes from outside!" Rachael only smiled and went back to his garden while humming and started talking to her plants as usual, but this time the topic was the silly soft husband that she has. ... That week at school I couldn''t concentrate. Why was that? Because I was counting the days to the quarter-finals to the Champions League. It was 8 days away! I decided to concentrate on my defense on the recess matches because I could only do that with other people. On my obstacle course, I could train all of the other aspects of my . Also, I keep going to Arnold, the old newspaper post where we would gift me the old newspaper from yesterday, the sports section. My wall was full of Ronaldo Pictures, I was really a fan of him. Messi didn''t have a lot of publicity yet, so I began to slowly increase content about him but not enough to fill even a drawer. I already told my mother about the dates of the matches of the quarter-finals so we needed to use our T.V. When I was commenting about I was excited about the matches, Ms. Thompson offer us to watch the matches in their house since their T.V. was bigger and Mr. Thompson was gonna watch it anyway. I asked my mom and after her confirmation, we agreed. She also told me to make a scene if my predictions were incorrect. I agreed and we said yes, I only need to endure this 8 days before the matches.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. ... Finally, It was the 8th of April of 2003. Today they were going to play 2 matches. Ajax vs Milan and Real Madrid vs Manchester United. The first match is supposed to end in a 0 - 0 and the second one was supposed to end 3 - 1 in favor of Real Madrid. I hope that my bet didn''t make a big enough butterfly effect to affect the match. I always wondered about that, if people know that one dude is 100% efficient in their bets they will begin to copy him and that could even affect the players if they know a lot of people bet about them winning or loosing. I don''t want to bet like that, with my name known and all that jazz. Later when I have more networks for betting I could distribute my bets in several agencies and spread the money to not raise any eyebrows. I wish I could do anonymous bets, or even from a shell company, but the security about bettings are really tight to prevent arranged matches. Of course, that doesn''t stop illegal bettings, but at least the legal ones are strickly controlled. I will not go to the shady deals, yes, I could earn a lot more, but my life will be at risk constantly. Anyway, since we live in the small city of Grandview, Yakima County, Washington and our state was famous for football enthusiast, I guess I could go to a sports bar to see the match. But I really like to see the matches with my mom, like my past life, some customs are nice to have. And we need to see the matches in the afternoon, it was a good thing that I was already off the school to see the matches. The first one was at 14:30 Ajax vs Milan. We gather around the bigger tv of Ronald and had all kinds of snacks all around us, but they were healthier options since they were elders and my mother didn''t want me to eat junk. Not that I would want, the only thing that is good about that is that is cheap. But it messes up with your body, even some of the food has addictive properties like the Oreos. But is a good thing to have snacks to ease the nerves, I was eating baby carrots like they were popcorn. My mother laughed and told me to calm down, either way, is only money and this would a lesson for good or bad. We watch the first match, Robert would grumble about how bad some players were and my mother and Rachael mostly talked about others things or asked the same rules of football again and again. Like...what is offside? FML. I was nervous about the result but it was the same boring 0 - 0 as I remember from my last life! I shouted in joy and hugged my mother and Rachel! I didn''t even try to hug Robert because he was annoyed about me making so much noise. The second match was one hour later and we watched a real game, and ended the same way! Even with the same scorers! I was right ! 2 goals from Gonzales and 1 form Figo from the Real Madrid and 1 goal from Manchester from Nistelrooy. I was on cloud 9, I was ecstatic, it means that in this 2 games I earned a thousand dollars at least. My predictions were 100% accurate! I wish I could see the face of that Old fucking Fat fuck! I almost screamed that but remember that my mother would beat my ass if I swear, and even more in a guest house! So I kept my mouth shut while running across the house like a madman. They were amused about my antics and were laughing and clapping, well all except Robert but he was watching with a smirk on his face. I told my mom "SEE MOM! I TOLD YOU I WAS RIGHT!!" she laughed and told me to calm down that the people around us would think we had an emergency or something like that. I didn''t calm down though, I went to my obstacle course and trained like a mad man for almost 2 of 3 hours before my mom called me for dinner. I was so euphoric that I didn''t notice the time when was the last time I was this excited to train? I need to change a routine from time to time it seems. Not for the but for my mental health. I arrived at the dinner and we had a juicy fried chicken leg with mashpotetoes, one of my favourites! I slowed down and enjoyed my meal. After the dinner and told my mom "Mom! After the Champions League ends we can eat as much chicken, meat, and other expensive meals every day! I promise!" She nodded and told me "Sure sure honey, now help me pick up the table and clean the dishes!" I did it with enthusiasm while thinking about a good change for my obstacle course, maybe I should ask Robert! He was in the military, he would certainly know a way to train the body, and for the football technique training I could make my own! That would be the best alternative yet! After that, I was so excited that I couldn''t sleep so I keep filling my with all random training techniques and even matches the results that I forgot. I fall asleep doing that, maybe it could be a routine from now on. Fast Foward I then began my every-day routine. Going to school, checking on the results of my bets, and mostly spending time with my mother and the Thompsons while also training as much as possible. I couldn''t have any money until the end of the Champions League, until the end of May. So I had to keep living in this condition for 1 more month. ... A month really fly by when you are busy, my mother was still astonished about our results in the gambling and had several repair projects for the house ready to go. Is always lovely to see my mother thinking about "extraordinary expenses" is to change the roof of our house because it leaks when it rains. ... Gunter''s POV MOTHER FUCKER! WHO THE HELL SET ME UP?! COWBOYS UNITED FOR SURE!! THAT MOTHERFUCKER OF LUCKY DAN FOR SURE!!! I WILL KILLED THEM ALLLLL!!! Shit shit shit! One win strike after another the constantly mocks of my coworkers! I think I should just retire...NO! I WILL NOT DO IT! IF I DO THAT THEY WILL WIN! Anyway, my commission was a messy 125k compared with the 2.5M...That stinky brat really had a tight contract, I can''t get around it. And also he has 2 copies of the document as a backup! SHIT! I can''t even alter it without him noticing it! I guess I have no more option to give them the money, but I have to start again with low bets for a year to recover my loss. Thank god it was not my money! But still, the company is pretty pissed off so I should stay low and gain little. Fucking kid. From that day onwards Gunter was known as Santa Claus for giving a lot of money to a child. .... Anyway, we won and we were really excited! We went immediately to the betting place where they gave us the money almost 2.5 Million! After the grumpy Gunter gave us the check with fury in his eyes and told us to not come back to this betting station anymore. We went home laughing and smiling from one ear to the other. We were millionaires! Almost 2.5 Million! Of course, it was all in the name of my mother, but she said that she would only let me have the money when I was older to not make silly expenses. Oh, mothers and then unnecessary worries! I won''t expend it on drugs and hookers! Anyway, we now were finally rich! The first change I asked my mother was to search for a professional football coach, the best one available. And I asked her to rent or buy a football field near our house. They were a few abandoned lots that were big enough for a football field, but they needed to be cleaned and properly equipped. She thought about it and agreed, it was a good investment anyway, a lot of kids wanted to play football nowadays and this area didn''t have a football field. We could rent it when I wasn''t using it if I feel like it. The football Field cost around 200k and was 2 blocks away. I also asked her to have an appointment with one of the best nutritionist in Washington. Of course, we had to pay individually since our health insurance didn''t cover any of it. She was a bit perplexed about that but since it was a doctor it couldn''t be bad anyway no? So she agreed too. It was still expensive as fuck to bring a top doctor to your home, a whole 50k. Oh, I also asked her to buy one of the best seeds for fruits and vegetables for Ms. Thompson and a message sofa for Mr. Thompson. Just a detail that is not expensive enough but as a thank you kind of gesture. That was about 30k total. She nodded and told me that I was a good kid to think about them, and then she asked me if I wanted any toys or anything like that. I only said, "I want to have a professional football clothing and a couple of footballs!" She smiled and said, of course, I could have that. That was about 10k, it was a lot of clothes and especially the football shoes!Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. ... The Next week was a busy one, my mother already had a good construction company that she knows because of the previous works at the hospital and began to repair our home. First things the roof, next was all the trash on our yard, that we needed to clear. Also, she wanted a swimming pool, I told her to build one but one with temperature control, so we could use it in winter and summer. She defeatedly agreed but not without telling me that was so much waste of money without a proper cause. The total cost was about 250k estimated. We also went shopping and began to buy a lot of football clothing and football balls. And with my bugging, I also managed to buy her new clothes and for me too, they were simple and not extravagant clothes from first brands, but practical ones with a comfortable feeling. It was 10k too, we needed to buy a bigger dresser to put all the new clothes. We also order to deliver our present to the Thompsons on the weekend to surprise them. My mother already bought a lot and asked around for a construction team to build a professional football field. It seems that they were a couple of them, so she wanted to choose the best one. But after choosing one, the field would be cleared out of the junk in one week and installed with a proper grass field. After that, they would build a dressing room, with a bathroom and even a grade on the side to let people watch. She didn''t want to build a fence but I insisted, she is too trusting of people that''s why they took advantage of her. The estimated cost was even higher than the cost of the plot itself, it was an astounding 300k, Jesus those contractors are rich for a reason. When people began to know she had money they began to ask her, she almost gave it to them when I stop her and proposed something. We could begin a charity organization, and we could transfer and amount of money there and help the needed. So if people really needed money for a good cause they could get it from there. We could also organize food raising events to increase the founds in the future. We agreed to donate 500k for the beginning of the charity. The weekend arrived and we spent our time with the Thompsons as usual... And the gift arrived, the Thompsons were really happy! Even Robert let low shout of pleasure when the new sofa activated the massage sofa. I didn''t know if it was good enough or if they would like it, so I didn''t buy 2. If Rachael like it I could buy one for her. Later she told me that I was not necessary, that she would share the one that Robert has on the night before going to bed to relax her body a little. I nodded and thanked them for all the trouble they had. I also had a hidden present that I needed a good carpenter to do, maybe one of the construction workers knows a good individual one. I reserve the best for last! I asked for a favor of Mr. Thompson to deliver the present to my home. It was a brand new car! An easy to drive Ford with a big trunk to her to bring all the things she wanted! And the best of all, automatic transmission! Well, this was common here in the US, but in Europe was an oddity. I missed those days of driving as easy as a karting car. It was the Ford Focus 2003 in color red! Her favorite color! She looked at me, then at the car, then at me again and started crying and kissing me! What an embarrassment! Even the sale car woman began to laugh. My mother signed the contract and was ready to go! It was only 15k. She was crying while driving, she was alone because she was worried about her driving skills that would deteriorate over the years so she didn''t let me in yet. After that, we talked and told her that now that we have more money she doesn''t have to work 3 shifts almost every day. That she could busy herself painting at home like she used to do back then and spend more time with. I didn''t tell her about quit working because she loved her job, and between her job, the charity, painting and me, she would be busy enough, and happy enough I hope! She agreed but temporarily, just to get things back in order. But I knew that it was just an excuse to herself to relax a little. That was what I was after. Finally, she can relax and enjoy the childhood of his son and his prime days! Maybe even get another husband what is there to lose? .... One week passed and I keep going to school with my old football ball and my new comfy clothes. Several kids asked me If I was rich now and told them that If I was rich why I was still attending this public school? They nodded and told me that I was right, and they forget about the issue. I had an appointment with the nutritionist, she was a lady in their fifties, Sophie Grant. We could contact her so soon because my mother asks the hospital director for a favor, and told him that her new charity would prioritize request from the hospital first. She came to our house and asked several questions about what were my activities and what were my goals, my mom was there with me but couldn''t answer properly like me. So we had a new meal plan with all the proteins and vitamins necessary for my growth and activities expenses. She gave me her number and told me that if I felt tired or without energy after some practice to call her and she would tell me what to eat to feel better. She also recommended a local chef to have him to cook at us. My mother was thrilled with the idea of her not cooking anymore, but was a little apprehensive to have a stranger at our home alone when she wasn''t there. She told her that she would think about it. Before she left I asked if she knows a good professional football coach available to help me train. She looked up and down at me and told me "Yes, I know someone, but he''s pretty selective and has a bad temper. That''s why not a lot people want to hire him, I can ask him to come tomorrow, but don''t have too high of expectations of you getting selected" I thanked her and began my preparations for tomorrow. The football field was 2 blocks away from my house and was properly illuminated. We had a rotating 24 hs caretaker of the field keeping it clean and watching no one barges in. Well, It was only a football field with a bunch of external constructions lightings and material. But it still worth ten thousands of dollars, you would never know who would want one of that. I trained there for 2 hours and came home, my mother was cooking one of the meals according to the meal plan. It was strange because it was the first time cooking something like that, but it was good enough. I help her and ended my day as usual. ... The next day, after school on my football field an old man was standing in the middle of the field and looked at me for a couple of seconds. He then said "Another brat thinking is the next sensation of football! You have one chance to impress me. Come here you brat!" Fast Foward (2) I stood there and thought about and my suspicion was true.
Mission 1/1 Impress the unknown football coach to have him to train you! You need better training and this could be your opportunity to get it!
Rewards: + 2 All Stats
Punishment: - 2 All Stats - Deduction of the rate of gaining by 50% for 3 months.
Shit, this fucking System was harsh as hell! Good to fucking know! I couldn''t think much because I was already seeing the ball going pretty fast towards me. I quickly stabilize the ball on the air with my foot and went towards the goal. But the man stood in front of me and said: "You have to pass some defense on the way towards the goal, don''t you know that brat?" He stood his ground and the difference in size was present again, that issue always bothers me. I made a feint but he didn''t even flinch, so I move to try to pass him from the right side and he moves just enough to block me. He was a huge old man, about 60 years old but with a good shape. He seemed to work regularly even with loose sports clothes you can notice that. So it was a different adversary, one that had a good shape and with experience. But even training daily the body of an old man has problems. The joins, they were not as flexible as before so he was slower and doing rapid movements would hurt him. So I took advantage of that and made an attempt to pass him to the right only to go back to the starting point and try to pass him from the left this time. I did it 3 times and he lost his patience and I have an opening. I pass the ball between his legs and after 3 steps I kicked the ball into the angle of the post of the goal. I began to run with my both index fingers up like I was on the match totally lost on the moment. ... ???''s POV I hope that old witch Sophie didn''t send me to another rich useless kid. If I don''t find someone to focus on I will retire, I''m too old for this shit of searching for the next star. Only for that fucking promise, I can''t stop. Fucking old me! Why did you make that stupid promise? Oh well, the field is acceptable, is still under construction. A new rich kid? Maybe he''s not arrogant enough yet so there is still hope for him. Mmph...Is that kid over there? New equipment, maybe didn''t even play enough. Mother fucker! I''m done with this kid, gonna test him quick enough and be out of here, maybe I can grab a burger on the route back to the capital! Oh good catch, now what are you going to do to pass me? Haha, a feint? You think I''m that those kiddos you play against? Not a chance kid!Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. Left? Right? Left? Keep still you mother fucker! My knees are killing me...I need to end this soon enough... BETWEEN MY LEGS? MOTHER FUCKER COME HERE! OH AND NOW YOU ARE GLOATING OF ME? HAHA, YOU ARE GOING TO SUFFER LITTLE KIDDO! CATCH THIS YOU FUCKER! ... A numbing pain woke up from my victory celebration! That asshole shot me at my back! And with what force! Mother fucker that will leave a mark, shit you wanker! I growned and stood up, and quickly picked up the ball. After that I slowly came to him and looked at his eyes and said "So? Good enough for you old man?" He flinched and began to laugh while saying "HAHA OF COURSE! Now go to seek your mother I need to talk with her!" I smiled and began to run to my house but noticed the small blue notificatio on my right waist, so I checked on the corner of the street to read it.
Mission Complete! Rewards: +2 on all
I quickly checked my to see this:
Name: David Hunter Age: 6 years old Health condition: Slightly Hurt (85%)
~~~~~~~~~~[BASIC STATS]~~~~~~~~~~~ [Pace ¡ú Current: 7 PC (F)] [Shooting ¡ú Current: 8 SHT (F)] [Passing ¡ú Current: 7 PS (F)] [Dribbling ¡ú Current: 7 DB (F)] [Physical ¡úCurrent: 8 PHC (F)] [Defense ¡ú Current: 5 DF (F)]
Two months of training while waiting for the Champions League and this rewards made me pretty strong! I can''t see the of other people, I can only guess. If I put my past life results into numbers my would be all below 30 for sure! So a couple of months of training for almost 1/3 of my all life past progress? This system rocks! I love you system! I will buy you drugs and hookers if I could! Shit, I almost forgot! I need to go back to get my mother! Now she only works in the mornings so she usually spends her time at the house or checking the progress of the charity at home. I quickly startled her and told her that my future football coach wanted to talk to her that she needed to go quickly! She smiled and slowly put back her pencils on the tray, organize a little while slowly walking those 2 blocks. I swear this woman is trying to kill me with anxiety! Why? Because I recognized this old man, he was Walter ''Butcher'' Adams! One of the best coach of football of history! He made a couple of stars in the European league but none on the U.S. even when he retired he said that it was his biggest regret. He retired pretty early for a football coach too, at 62 years old. I don''t know how much time we have left before he retires so I need to take this opportunity really quickly! I stood my ground and looked at his eyes because I read somewhere that he was an old-fashioned guy that liked direct and talk to the eyes kind of guy. It seems that it worked! After a painful 2 block slow parade with my mother telling me to calm down with a smirk on her face, we arrived at the football field. ... But there was no one on sight. My mother looked at me with doubt as if I was making things up. I freaked out and began to run across the field looking for him. After I left running while my mother looked at me worriedly from the back a voice sounded for a parked car "What an energetic kid no madam?" Margaret distanced herself from the unknown old man and said "Who are you? And what did you want with my child?!" The man approached and before Margaret sprayed him with her bear potent pepper spray he handed her a card, in the card it simply said "Walter Adams, Professional Football Coach. XXX-XXX-XXX email: [email protected]." It was a professional card with the European logo on the card, and the other side had the U.S. flag. He looked at her and told her "The kid has a lot of potential, his ball play is good, but his personality is what I''m after. I can make tons of good football players, but not one quality football star. You know why? They fell short in one way or other. Your son is charming, intelligent and have enough determination and conviction to follow his dream. That is what I''m looking for, not some kid who wants to play football good, I want to make a professional football player that would leave a mark in the football goal. What do you say? Would you let me train your kid to be the future star of football?" Margaret looked at the card and his kid running about all of the field looking for this man. She never saw him this frenetic before, this guy must have him impress him enough to make him like that. She looked at the old man to his eyes and said "Sure, I will trust my son to you! BUT I''M WARN YOU! IF YOU EVER HURT MY SON YOU ARE GOING TO HEAR ABOUT ME!" The man laughed really hard to David to hear him and came running to him. Only to have Butch say "Like mother like son! HAHA Kiddo! Finally, you arrived! You go practice shots for about 1 hour every day, practice a lot of dodging opponents and defense strategies, you are lacking in that. I will bring some equipment that I have lying around tomorrow. See ya kiddo!" Fast Foward (3) While David was still happily telling her mother how really awesome his new coach was a different scene was happening in a car drifting away from the football field. "Did I ever told you how much I love you little Sophie? You are the best!! Thanks for finally send me a good kid!" "FINALLY? THIS WAS THE 30ish kid I SENT TO YOU!! THE KIDS ARE NOT THE PROBLEM! YOU ARE!! YOU AND YOUR SO CALL STANDARDS!! THEY ARE KIDS FOR FUCKS SAKE!!" "Okkey okey! Stop shouting I get it! But you have to understand that at my age I can''t waste more time on lost causes..." "Yeah yeah I know don''t give me your talk about having little to live even when the tops doctors tell you that you are healthier than people of your age...So anyway, what did this kid had different from the other ones?" "OH, YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN IT SOPHIE! IT WAS AMAZING! First, he came walking with firm steps towards me and responded pretty well to the unexpected ball almost the moment I saw him, so he is pretty flexible and has quick reflexes. Next, he immediately went to the nearest goal post without even me mentioned before, so he has the idea of making the goals integrated so deep in his mentality that is an automatic reaction! Wait a bit!" He paused a little a found a place to park 5 blocks away from the football field "As I was saying, he was amazing! After I confronted him with my bigger size difference and better experience he didn''t coward and even tried a feint! When I didn''t even flinch he tried to make an opening exploiting my weak spots, my slow movements because of my joints! I stood my ground but he continued trying while forcing me to make a mistake, that''s good intelligence and diligence at work right there! The moment I made an opening he took the opportunity without a thought, he didn''t even think about the possibility of failing, he saw an opportunity and seize it! He has courage that''s for sure! And even after I hit him on the back really hard he growled lowly and came to face me directly looking at my eyes, he knew that he needed training and I was his best option so he didn''t even bother to cry, only ask if it was enough of demonstration for me HAHAHA!! SEE? THAT''S STAR QUALITY RIGHT THERE!" "STOP SCREAMING YOU OVERSIZE GORILLA! I DON''T GET ANYTHING OF WHAT ARE YOU SAYING! But is good that you found finally a kid to train, you were pestering all the time with that... So what are you planning to do with him?" "Well, I will bring some equipment I have laying around on the capital. They were from my last kid training a couple years ago so it should be still good enough. After that we will see, if he is good enough we can send him to play tournaments over here, or even on Europe! Oh man, this gets my blood boiling! HAHA"This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it "....I just hope he''s strong enough to endure your training you baffon" "WHAT DI-" *beep beep beep* "That motherfucker old witch and that tends to always have the last word...I hate it! Well I need to keep going because there is a big trip from here to the capital" And with those thoughts, he continued again his journey while thinking of ways to train David. .... Days came and the days were gone. The football field was finally ready after 2 weeks of constant work, it needed 10k monthly to keep it in good shape. It was because it was a small field for kids, 5 vs 5 tops, and they just have 3 caretakers that rotates 24 hs. They were a security company in the area and the people who worked lived nearby, so it was cheap and good. For obvious reasons their family couldn''t be there with them talking since they would be distracting in their job. Anyway, the main difference between the complete football field is the dressing room and the bathroom. Also, there was a small room next to the bathroom that was a warehouse with all kinds of football equipment for training. My days fly training with Butch, every day after school I would practice with him if he was here or alone if he was not. He would leave me homework though. I began to train his old fashioned way and suggested a couple of future training methods that he accepted after I showed him that it was better in coordination and work-out at the same time. After a month of training my was the following:
Name: David Hunter Age: 6 years old Health condition: Tired (35%)
~~~~~~~~~~[BASIC STATS]~~~~~~~~~~~ [Pace ¡ú Current: 9 PC (-F)] [Shooting ¡ú Current: 10 SHT (-F)] [Passing ¡ú Current: 9 PS (-F)] [Dribbling ¡ú Current: 9 DB (-F)] [Physical ¡úCurrent: 10 PHC (-F)] [Defense ¡ú Current: 7 DF (-F)]
Yey! A whole 2 points increment! It seems that a proper nutritious meals every-day and a proper football coach in a proper football field really marks the difference. I stopped going so much to the library but still kept going one or twice a week to keep writing my book. I had to go there because at school they kept bugging me to pay attention to the class and at home, I always lost track of time chatting with my mother. Oh, we had a new cook, he was Eddy, Edgar Hefner, an ex 1-star Chef Michelin winning restaurant. He retired pretty early for his age, at 46 years old. He was "searching for himself" while doing this kind of jobs, but still was a good company for my mom. My mom was actually happier and even using make-up! You go, girl! Don''t get me wrong, I loved my dad with all my heart, but in my past life, the only concern of my mother was me, not even herself. I wanted for her to live a whole life, with plenty of love and without worries. Also, she would cheer me on the practices on the grades while Eddy was there with snacks if I was hungry. It was a good scene. We didn''t rent the football field yet because I used it every day, but after a month Butch looked at me and told me. "Okay kiddo, you progressed faster than expected. I expected this kind of play between the 3rth and 5th month. But you only took a month! HAHAHA! That''s my star pupil!! Well, basic training is a good foundation, but now I inscribed you on several tournaments HAHA!! If you lose one tournament that means 3 more months of basic training without playing against anyone!! So play well!! We start this weekend so rest well kiddo!" I was ecstatic and began to jump around! Oh, this kid instincts sometimes are really good to express myself! Also, I checked my tab:
Mission 1/1 Win all the tournaments that Butch inscribed you! Losing? Losing is for losers! Demonstrate that you are better than all of them!
Rewards: + 1 All Stats per tournament won
Punishments: - 2 All Stats per tournament lost - Deduction of the rate of gaining by 70% for 3 months per tournament lost
Fuck this system dude, fuck it all. Tournaments Tournaments...You would think that I would be excited as hell jumping around no? Wrong! I froze in place when the whistle blew. Why I hesitate so much? Because I was remembering my first tournaments in my past life, they were awful. And not just one, they were like 20 or 30 until I managed to win one. Well back then I was just playing to hone my skills and I was just a beginner, but now I had an idea of the importance of your record. The bigger your win account is, the bigger is the chance to get noticed by a good headhunter. Sure, I could ask Butch to get me on a 3rd class European league. But I didn''t want that. I wanted to train with the best from my earliest age possible. I didn''t want to waste more time. The time I wasted waiting for the Champions League to end was big enough! Well, I didn''t reeeeeally wasted my time and trained as best as I could with the resources I got available... But still! It wasn''t at the pace I liked training. Well in resume I need to win all the tournaments, complete the mission and get noticed by a good headhunter. But the first step is to win, I need to win in order to advance, or even if I don''t win I have to at least make a good show for the people. Like the Coliseum, winning the crowd means you win your freedom. My freedom, in this case, would play whatever team I wanted as long as I have fans supporting me! Wait a minute, can you get fans playing underage on smaller teams? I don''t know, maybe a couple! Let''s go back to before the tournament started, shall we? .... The next day arrived and my mother and I hopped on her car and followed behind Butch car. A discreet black car, it looked imported but since I never was a car kind of guy so I don''t know what brand of car was, it looked expensive though. We arrived at a professional football field, an 11 vs 11 football field. Jesus, you expect for kids to run on this immense field? Well, I suppose they can make 2 halves of 20 minutes in order to don''t stress on the kids so much. I arrived at the field and Butch came to me and gave me a football attire, with the number 10 on it. And he said while patting on my back "I used my connections to let you in on this team kiddo! And even got you your favorite position! Don''t disappoint me, and most important of all...Have FUN!!" He left for the street vendor to buy a couple of hotdogs for her and my mom. My mom was busy telling me to play safe, to have fun, to watch out for nasty kids and even cleaning my cheek with her saliva. Ew, I never get used to her doing that! Anyway, after I dress in the dressing room really quickly I was ready to go on the bench on our side. Our team was called the puppies! And our attire was light blue with a German pastor puppy as the team shield. I wish I had puppies on my side, because of what I was seeing this team was as weak as a newborn calf. A couple of them were already dozing off on the beach because of how early in the morning it was, and the other half was actually playing "You are at it" while running like fools. Our coach was a fresh football coach student trying to make order on this chaos. I looked at the grades and saw Butch smiling with a hotdog on his mouth and waving his hand like a fool with his mouth still stuffed.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. My mother was busy chatting with the other mothers next to her, obviously saying that his kid was the best, and for the looks of this, at least on my team, she was right. Jesus, at least tell me I have someone I can pass the ball on. Nope, that kid wanted to go home because he scratched his knee while playing "You are at it", great. The other team was called the foxes, with an ugly brown and white attire. The kids were peacefully drinking water while chatting with their coach. A couple of them even began to warm up. Aaaaand my number 7 ate a worm, nice, proteins for the match I suppose. The referee was a caveman looking man, he told our coaches that it was time for the match to began and we need to get in our positions. The kids were euphoric for beginning the match, I suppose that is a good thing. The match began and the other team had the kickoff, they began to run past our player. My teammates only followed the ball, and the other kids just pass the ball between them. It wasn''t even 5 minutes that half of my team was without a breath and fell on the ground. I recovered from my freeze state when I saw the kid who ate the worm began to throw up, thanks for waking me up little worm! Your sacrifice was not in vain! Now I was alone near our defense line without anybody but the whole opposite team in front of me. I shouted to my teammates "You, you and you! (3,6 & 5) Go the middle, don''t move and if a kid with a ball is near you try to steal it WITHOUT kicking him or push him! You, number 2, come with me on the left side right now!! And you, goalkeeper, go to the middle-right side of your goal post! Don''t worry we will catch the ball if it comes from the middle or the left, but if they come from the right, CATCH IT!" Why did I call the number 2 that was on the right side to come all the way to the left side? Because he was the only one with a bored looking face. Like if this was not entertaining or difficult enough. Or maybe he didn''t like playing football. Anyway, I had to risk it thinking it was one of the first 2 options. They followed my instructions because our coach was shouting names about a couple of tactics that the kids didn''t know or remember. The number 2 came to my side with a surprised face, like he didn''t except to someone to take charge on the field. I looked at him and said "Look, I will try to steal the ball, in the worst case scenario, you will be left alone against all of them, in that case, do what you can and I will support you from behind. But if I steal the ball you follow me. If I the case I see I can''t steal the ball I will try to make him kick the ball a little long so you can steal it, okay? GO PUPPIES GO!" Shit, that was embarrassing as hell to shout, a couple of parents began to laugh while some began to shout! GO PUPPIES GO! After those shouts I was finally in front of the kid with the ball, it was fortunate that they were running with ease like they didn''t have us on their eyes at all, and left me enough time to arrange my team. Anyway, the 11 of their team was in front of me. And he was fast and had good coordination with the ball. I stomped and made a defensive pose and he tried to pass me from my left, I quickly tried to steal the ball and succeed! It seems that their coach focused on a rush attack tactic while passing the ball. They were overconfident of winning so they didn''t pass the ball near the goal post. Obviously, the number 11 wanted to make a goal that why he didn''t pass the ball. Anyway, the biggest flaw about this tactic is that if the opponents manage to counter attack you are overexposed to their attack like a vulnerable hamster! I quickly dribble with the ball and went running to their goal post, the foxes where confused, a couple of them even continued to run to our goal post. Only 2 or 3 managed to run behind me, more exactly behind my number 2. We passed my teammates on the ground panting for air and I had two defense opponents in front of me. I told with my hand behind my back to my number 2 to go on the right, he quickly understood and went over the right. The 2 defenses of their team were focusing on me, a great mistake, this is a team sports kiddos! I made a high kick passing the ball to my number 2, the ball landed and he stopped it after it bounced 2 times, my bad I passed the ball like in my old times, I subconsciously assume that he would stop the ball immediately and shoot towards the goal post, shit! One of the defense guys decided to stay with me while the other went to my number 2 while the offensive side was coming from behind to encircle the poor kid. I made a gesture to my hand like a long wave. I hope he gets the meaning and started to run. He kicked the ball high near the goal post and I made my characteristic big jump while hitting the ball with my head. Making the first.... GOAAAAALLL! Tournaments (2) After the first goal, I keep my momentum going! I made the puppies triumph easy peasy... not! I wish I could have said that. The opposite team made their characteristic Blitzkrieg tactic and made an easy goal. Since our defense consisted of kids who some still wet their beds I can''t call it strong. They simply passed them from the left side while I was on the right, didn''t matter that they were like 5 or 6 kids on the defense, they didn''t have even the basics learned yet. Jesus, just give me puppies at least they would be more helpful than this guys. So, in the end, we had a fierce match. The first half we ended 2-1 with us winning. The second goal I made making a simple faint and the goalkeeper just jumped the wrong way. On the break between the halves, our coach congratulated us, especially me, and tried to make an illusion that all of this result of winning against one of "the top dogs" was the result of all the training they did. Some of the kids were excited, while others were busy playing who could splash water the farthest. I always admire their ability to get distracted so easily, maybe if this were the future they would diagnosticate them with ADHD. Anyway, the second half began and I had a plan in my mind. I met with my trusty number 2 puppy, HAHA number 2 puppy. The moment I calm myself my kid instincts kicked in, Jesus be serious over here! As I was saying, I called him and another player, he was the biggest, slowest kid in our whole team. The mighty worm-eating number 7! He was a black kid with 1.25 meters tall! I was only 1 meter tall and the number 2 was 1.05 meters tall. So it this dude was huge for our age. As I was telling them my idea they nodded, at least he wasn''t dumb as he looks. I was worried I had to tell him 3 times the plan before he understood. So I intentionally told them my plan in the simplest way I could do it. With that out of our way, I told the remaining 8 players to go to all-in on defensive playing. If they can''t steal the ball, make fouls. Hey, it''s not my fault that the old man and the fucking system are forcing me to win all the matches, if some kids need to get hurt they will get hurt. Either way, this will help them to realize if they really like football or not, I''m actually helping them! As all the pieces were in place we began to play, we had the kickoff since the other team had it on the first half. I took the ball and began to dodge player left and right but I was slowly being encircled by no least than 8 players. Perfect! I kicked the ball all in the air with direction towards the left side of the field where a huge black kid was standing like a fool. He made a lame 20 cm jump and the ball hit him squarely on the face. Ouch! That must hurt like hell!Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! As the ball bounced off with the direction towards the goalkeeper, this dude actually wanted to grab the ball while leaving his goal post empty! FOOL! Our quick number 2 actually was behind this giant but nobody paid any attention to him since he was behind him all the time. He was a screen to let our number 2 advance smoothly! The number 2 took the ball that was a few centimeters away from the goalkeeper''s hands and made a quick dribble and made a... GOAAAL!!!! I shouted with all my strength while the number 2 was lifted in the air by the worm-eater! It seems that it was the first goal of the kid, he was even crying. Oh, how good memories of my first goal, it was on the 7th tournament against also a top dog, that''s why it was so satisfying. Good old days..Wait a minute, this is the same time, so wasn''t my first goal on the first half? And my first goal was with a team named the puppies? That motherfucker old man! I will get him when the match is over! I looked at his direction and his mouth was filled with nachos with cheese! He was shouting with the mouth full of food! My mother was smiling at me, looking like "as expected" not even a cheer for your little guy? Maybe she didn''t need to do it because of that old man antics! Yep, that must be it, yep, sure is because of that. Denying? You are denying! Your whole family is denying! After that score, the morale of the foxes was instantly crushed, their coach tried to lift their spirits but it was no use. We even scored one additional goal using the number 7 as a wall between their team defense and our passes between the number 2 and me. It was a simple but effective tactic! With the whistle marking the end of the match we made a big circle and congratulated each other, mostly they were praising me and the number 2. I also mentioned that the number 7 was a huge help, making the giant blush while they congratulated him! We made a round of handshaking with the opponent team and we were off to our excited parents! I went to my mother and she handed me a bottle of cold water and told me "Good thing that all the expenses and training we made were actually working! Keep winning so we actually have a reason to come here!" I chuckled and thanked her, my mother was not good at encouraging me, she tried very hard but she always made a comment to splash my winning. It took me a long time in my past life to realize that, even got mad at her a couple of times. My coach was running with a beer in his hand while coming towards me. Where did he get a beer on a kids game match? I made a signal with my hand at my back and the number 2 who was near chatting with her mother kicked the ball towards the back of my feet. I stomped on the ball and made a quick strong kick towards my coach. He dived toward the ground and his beer splashed on the ground. He looked at the can of empty beer and shouted at me "WHY DID YOU DID THAT YOU ... KIDDO?" he even controlled his insult on the peak of anger, his awareness of the environment and quick reflexes are top notch that''s for sure. I whistled and said "Not bad at all old man! Next time put me in a team with a cool name like "the lions", "the dragons" or "David and the rest"!" That quickly made him laugh and said "HAHAHA this is a lesson! A lesson! Sometimes you would go to a team with no info whatsoever and have to coordinate with them! If you are not worthy to make use of your teammates and exploit the other team weak spots you are not worthy of my coaching!" He fished saying that and took a huge swing of a new beer can that appears from nowhere. And with that, I won the first game on the first tournament that will be just the beginning of the tournament tour that was ahead of me. Tournaments (3) ??? POV''s Another tournament to go...Why do I even bother coming here? There isn''t anyone here who actually wants to play football. At least on my team! And my mom doesn''t let me change teams because she already bought my uniform! What a boomer! I guess I will play slow as always, even if I push myself I can''t win by self. ... Wait that kid actually wants to manage our players on the team?! Finally, someone taking this game seriously! Go puppies go? HAHA what a silly dude! I guess I should listen to him for a while, I hope he is not all talk and no show. ... That. was. AMAZING! THAT IS THE FEELING OF PLAYING FOOTBALL! Even the hand signals! We were like commando soldiers in the movies! So cool!! Oh, man, I missed this feeling! Playing with someone of your level! I pass the ball and he''s there, he passes the ball towards me, it was a little off but it was still a good pass! I''m really enjoying the game! But why is he not asking my name and calling me with my t-shirt number? He''s a strange kid that''s for sure! ... I MADE A GOAL!!! MY FIRST OFFICIAL GOAAL!! FINALLY! All thanks to that kid! I need to ask his name so we can go play more often! Wait, we have a whole tournament together!! YEYY!! ... 4 - 1 WE WON!!! HAHA this is a great feeling! I love it! Oh, the kid wants me to play a prank on his coach? Does he have a personal coach? That makes sense since he''s so good! Maybe one day I could have one too! I can''t wait for the next match to begin! .... We continue to play the local tournament and continued winning smoothly with our combination of playing with the number 2 and the number 7. This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. I forgot to ask for their name on the first match since we were in so dire straits. The number 2 name is Noah and the worm-eater was William. Who actually told me he is always hungry that''s why he ate the worm. Well, you gotta do what you gotta do I guess. For the rest of the tournament, we really didn''t have a tough match except for the foxes, the other teams were really weak on defense since all the kids wanted to be strikers. Only 1 team named Lightvile were a little fat and so they concentrate on defense since they couldn''t run much. So we tired them out and make 5 goals, that was a fun match! We had a rematch on the finals with the foxes, who actually won 3 years straight before, but were again defeated, this time worse, they lost 4-0 since they changed tactics and made an all-defense game and most of the players were not used to play like that. Another mistake, yes, kids are malleable but not to that extent! I WON MY FIRST TOURNAMENT! We lifted the some-what cheap winning cup and smiled for the camera, I was on the middle with William and Noah by my sides! And a little surprise! They actually brought puppies for the celebration! The kids were playing with them as we pose for the camera, while I was busy watching the camera lens and making my winning pose a nasty puppy was thinking I was a tree and peed all over my leg. And that''s was my first winning tournament photo, winning the tournament with a team named the puppies while having a FUCKING DOG peeing on me on my victory photo. That''s my luck! After the winning ceremony and a quick wash on the bathroom for the kids I met with my mother who told me "Now you can actually say you are a football player since you got a medal telling that!" Always telling me a somewhat nice confidence boost. That''s my mother for sure! And the fucking coach pated on my back really strongly and said "That''s the first one! I hope you can bring more to come! Maybe next time you would get peed on too! HAHA" I looked at him and almost made a middle finger but just raised my fist meaningly only to provoke more laugh out of him. I sighed and said, "So how many of these tournaments are left, you old man?" He finished laughing and told me "At least 2 more if you play well even 3! I plan to play 2 regional tournaments at the same time! And if you play well we can even go to a state tournament!" He stopped and sighed and said "Is a shame that the puppies can''t come to play with us! A lot of the parents just let them play because is near their house!" I felt it was a shame too, we had a great thing going with Noah and William. I asked and William had to work within their family business so he couldn''t help us. And Noah parents were mostly busy working, her mother only watched the first and the last match, he was always coming and leaving with other parents that lived nearby. We exchanged household numbers, to at least, have a way to reach each other. This tournament lasted for 1 month. 8 Matches 2 times a week, one on Wednesday afternoon and the other one early in the morning on Saturday. On this month I actually think my [Stats] went up 2.5 but I can''t check for sure. I mean I just WON a tournament for fuck''s sake, and actually played football matches 2 times a week! That''s more than training for sure! Maybe the rewards are given at the end of the Tournament tour? I hope so! I hope the fucking system is not a scam! But no, the system only showed the following:
Name: David Hunter Age: 6 years old Health condition: Tired but excited (40%)
~~~~~~~~~~[BASIC STATS]~~~~~~~~~~~ [Pace ¡ú Current: 11 PC (F+)] [Shooting ¡ú Current: 12 SHT (F+)] [Passing ¡ú Current: 11 PS (F+)] [Dribbling ¡ú Current: 11 DB (F+)] [Physical ¡úCurrent: 12 PHC (F+)] [Defense ¡ú Current: 9 DF (F)]
And the showed the following
Mission 1/1 Win all the tournaments that Butch inscribed you! Losing? Losing is for losers! Demonstrate that you are better than all of them! Tourments won so far: 1 Tourments lost so far: 0
Rewards: + 1 All Stats per tournament won
Punishment: - 2 All Stats per tournament lost - Deduction of the rate of gaining by 70% for 3 months per tournament lost
Well I guess I have to win all the tourments to have that huge boost on my abilities! But I swear to god that Butch is the devil incarnation himself! He tires the fuck out of me! Even on the days I played a match because "Training hard so you can play hard!" Motherfucker! Sometimes I push myself even when my body is hurting and Butch stops me, he really knows his stuff. Know how far can push you and how hard, that''s a professional famous coach for you! Still the next day my body is all sore, my mother was laughing when I couldn''t get up from the bed and madea hot bath for me so I could relax my muscle or gave me a herbal medicine so I can move. Medicine knowladge from my mother and training from hell from Butch. And add that not so tastefull food that the cook would prepare for me. I swear they are comploting to see how much I can endure! I will show them! I will show them all! But first things first, I need to feel my legs so I can stand of the toilet... ... "MOOOOOOM HEEEEELP!" Tournaments (4) The next tournament was the regional tournament, this time around I actually met the team before going into the field, what a nice gesture there Butch. We couldn''t practice together because they were from far away, but at least they came here 1 day before the match and I could meet the players. By the way, Butch actually listened to me and put me into a team with a decent name. It was the wolves, yeah I don''t know either why is all this theme animal naming began but most of the teams were named after animals. A few of them after cities and the rest of them as mythological creatures. Don''t get me wrong, I don''t mind silly team names. But I have to think about my future, being one of the best future football players around I have to watch my games and tournaments. To only play those that are important and difficult. But hey! I''m just a kid, right? I don''t have much of a choice right now. At least Butch knows what he is doing....right? Going back to the topic, this tournament with The Wolves was fun. I had actual football players to play with! At least they did know the basic attack plans and defense plans. I was number 10 and played really synchronized with my teammates, number 11 and 7. They were Adam and Matt. I could pass the ball to either of them and they could actually score two times. A couple of times they couldn''t make the goal and instead we had to run back to defend. But I couldn''t help them, I was being tailed by 3 others guys. I was pretty grumpy about this, I''m not used to be the star of the game, so I don''t know how to deal with multiples guys following me around. I''m not like Messi that even if 5 or 6 guys mark him he could still score. I couldn''t help them and they scored two times before something happened. A white cowboy like accent guy stood up and told a kid off the field "Think about the cows boy!" And so the number 5 of the opposite team, nodded and began to organize the kids of the defense team like literal cows. He would do gestures or spoke them to go a particular direction. A lot of parents were furious about this but seeing their kids laughing and having fun they could just keep their mouths shut. Because after all, their kids started playing football for fun, and they are actually having it now, it would be pretty stupid to stop them now. So it seems that the word was out and I was a high profile kid player now, they were content with a tie against our team. Penalties are never good, and worst for this average looking team that I have, and for a final of the tournament! Shit shit shit... I DON''T LIKE THAT ONE BIT! IM FURIOUS!! Calm your self-down!! CALM THE FUCK DOWN! I screamed in my mind while closing my eyes. And after that, I breathed in and out. After what it seems ages I calmed myself. It appears that my kid instincts still kick in when I have a strong feeling or mental state. ... I evaluated the field, the other team is currently defending and our team didn''t have any good strikers besides me, the numbers 11(Adam) and 7(Matt) could help me but they were mostly good at running since Adam was small and thin and Matt had a lot of explosive running power. I decide to utilize that.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. With the plan on my mind, I asked the ball from another player of my team that was currently trying to pass the cows wall. He gladly handed to me, the all-star of the team with stary eyes. Shit dude, if you were not a kid I would suspect that you are gay unless you say no homo. I made a sign and called Matt, Adam and the number 8. He was confused but still came. I said to him first "You only have to go between the first layer of defense and the second and stay there, we will pass you the ball sometime and after that, you need to pass the ball either to Matt or Adam, the one that is closer, you get it?!" He scaredly nodded and went sprinting towards the position. I hit my forehead, I didn''t tell him to go NOW...Jesus, I sometimes forget that I''m leading with kids. I then said to Matt and Adam "Now you guys...this is what we are going to do...." ... They nodded and took their positions. I stood on the right side of the field and tried to attract the attention of the defenders calling them names but the number 5 would then would say "Stay put cow!!" and the kids will giggle and obey. Motherfucker. So I had no choice to use the original plan. I made a long pass to Matt who caught pretty well after one bounce and went to the middle of the field, he sloppily attempted to pass one of the fattest kids, but he lost the ball. The fat kid was astounded that he stole a ball and ignored the order to pass the ball and began sprinting towards the ball. What kid didn''t want to impress their parents with a goal? Not me, for sure. But some of these kids were desperate enough for that opportunity. I made use of that, since not only the fat kid began to sprint towards the goal post. He was together with the entire section of the middle of the field. The number 5 was furious but no-one was paying attention to him anymore, all the eyes were on the fat kid. Excellent. Phase 2, Adam who was on the left side of the field used his explosive power to steal the ball off the fat kid and made a long pass towards the number 8. A kid average enough that nobody paid attention who was static as a statue. When the ball arrived, the number 8 began to look frantically around until he found Matt near him and made a sloppy pass. Matt managed to catch that with a little stop. He stood and made a hat kick that met with a snicker of the goalkeeper. He held in the place where the ball would land with a huge smile in his face when he froze in place. A shadow appeared and heard the dreadful sound of the ball hitting the net. He looked around to found the ball on the right of him and an exhausted-looking kid with a smile on his face with a fist on the air with a whistle sound on the background. Matt POV''s This is finally our year!! After so many defeats we could finally be able to defeat those cows!! Why? All because of David! He is the hearth of the team! Any situation we face he can clear with ease! There is nothing he can do! He''s like my dad! He can do anything! He is perfect! I trust him! Plus he always looks so cool with his celebration of goals! He praised for my speed! Of course! I''m like Flash! I told him that and laughed while patting my head as my uncles do...He''s weird. Anyway! Now he finally reached the final!! ... Things don''t look so good... David looks angry and he has 4 or 5 kids following him around... Adam and I can''t do much against their team. ... Is all my fault, I need to be faster to help him but how? Maybe if I pee I would lose weight? Oh, wait he''s calling me! I''m going! ... Oh boy, what a nice plan! He knows everything! ... How can a kid jump so high? That was a Chilean strike? It looked SO COOOOLLLL!! I WANT TO TRY THAT! But first I need to check Adam!! ..... Back at the game, Adam was lifted by their teammates. Especially Adam, Matt and the number 8, whose name was Erick. Nice to meet you, Erick, yeah yeah I know, I don''t care so much about my teammates. I hear that from Butch near every training, but would you care to learn the name of a kid that you played on a park one time while on vacations? Well, I had the same concepts with these tournaments. Anyway, I was lifted in the air while the adrenaline was on full speed I laughed really loud. I really enjoyed being lifted like this. Is my first time I think. Who would guess? After they put me on the ground I received the congratulations of the official coach and my coach only made a thumbs up. My mother lifted a sign that said 2 with a small smile at the bottom. Well, that was the nicest of her since...ever. I waved at her and she rolled her eyes and continue to chat with the parents next to her. I stood for the victory photo in the middle of the team with the trophy on the ground. Thank god they didn''t bring wolves this time! After the classic photo and exchanging information with Adam, Matt, and Erick. I heard the sound of the notification. *********************** Mission 1/1 Win all the tournaments that Butch inscribed you! Losing? Losing is for losers! Demonstrate that you are better than all of them! Tournaments won so far: 2 Tournaments lost so far: 0 Rewards: + 1 All Stats per tournament won Punishment: - 2 All Stats per tournament lost - Deduction of the rate of gaining by 70% for 3 months per tournament lost *************************