Striker of The Gods

Upon entering the stadium of la vecchia signora, he meets up with the director of I Bianconeri, being well received by the staff members of Juve. The atmosphere is electric, filled with the anticipation of the upcoming meeting. As he walks through the corridors adorned with trophies and historic memorabilia, he reflects on the weight of the club’s legacy.

“Che ti piaci qui in Italia, Caos. Vuoi giocare per la Vecchia Signora? Dai, gioca per noi.” Says Maurizio Scanavino, looking at Caos with thrill. Caos feels a rush of excitement at the prospect, realizing the significance of such an opportunity.

“Mi dispiace. Ma non posso farlo. Vorrei giocare con il giocatore della fidanzata,” says Caos while displaying his fire in his golden, blue-reddish eyes. The intensity of his gaze captures Maurizio’s attention, and for a moment, the air is thick with unspoken tension. Caos knows that turning down such an offer could change the course of his career, but his heart is set on a different path, one that is intertwined with personal loyalty and passion.

“D’accordo. Puoi farle su una condizione. Tu devi fare una commerciale per la Vecchia Signora con De Ligt.” His mind races as he considers the implications of the deal. With a deep breath, Caos nods, realizing that the transaction could be his chance to prove himself, but at what cost to his integrity?

“Grazie mille. Ciario, lo faccio con tutta la mia anima. Problema non ce,” says Chaos, going to the pitch to train. The weight of his decision lingers in the air as he steps onto the field, determination fueling each stride. As he begins to train, he can’t shake the feeling that every choice he makes could alter the course of his career, pushing him closer to his dreams or leading him down a path he might regret.

Being on the pitch, he starts training his shots, scoring 70 goals from 50 meters to the goal during 40 minutes. His determination fuels each strike, and with every goal scored, his confidence grows. Each shot echoed like thunder through the empty stadium. His boots struck the ball with precision forged from heartbreak and hope. Sweat soaked his jersey, but he didn’t slow down — not for exhaustion, not for pain, not for time.

 As the sun sets, casting a golden hue over the field, he knows that this journey is just beginning, filled with opportunities and challenges that await him.

Afterwards, he gets to run around the pitch at 50 mph, running around the pitch 120 times, with heavy, chaotic feelings in his heart, which yearns for more. The adrenaline surges through him as he pushes his limits, embracing the thrill of the game. Each lap around the pitch becomes a testament to his passion, a dance of speed and agility that draws him closer to his dreams.

 “It looks like we have got someone on the pitch today,” says someone in his training garments. The voice breaks his concentration, but he can’t help but smile, sensing the camaraderie in the air. He glances up, ready to prove himself and show that today is just the beginning of what he can achieve.

“Uhh. Wow. I thought I would not find you here,” says Caos.

To be continued…