Capítulo 16: Dream debut!?
[DUE TO THE USERS MILESTONE, USER HAS ACQUIRED A LEGENDARY CARD]
"Which should I check out first?" He decided to check the mission first.
LEGEND MISSION
LEVEL:GOLD
OBJECTIVE :CEMENT YOUR PLACE I THE FOOTBALL WORLD
QUEST: POSITIVE IMPACT IN THE FINAL MINUTES
REWARD:GOLD CARD; 3 LEVEL UP CARDS
"Nice..." Isaac immediately moved over to his new card. The night before, after he'd signed his professional contract he received a new card. It wasn't even gold, silver or bronze. It was platinum.
Isaac guessed it was of a high level. The card he'd received was Roberto Carlos's shooting. Isaac had nearly fainted with excitement when that happened, but he managed to stay calm.
Now, he would see what lay in store for him.
CARD LEVEL: SILVER
PLAYER: YAYA TOURE
ATTRIBUTE: COLASSAL STRENGTH
[DOES PLAYER WISH TO ACTIVATE CARD?]
[YES/NO]
"Yorh! Ooo lala..." A wide smile came over Isaac as he activated the card.
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"Isaac Adam's, an 18 year old who recently joined brighton and hove Albion is finally making his debut. We can wait and see, why Brighton signed a young player who had been said to have had no professional experience before this. Maybe now, we'll see his worth.
Speaking of which the ball arrives at his feet and... Oh smooth! He dribbles into space and sends a long ball to the wing. He's looking very, very comfortable on the ball. His ball skills aren't too bad and he looks like he's willing to take risks, we might be looking at a talent here... "
A commentator spoke from within the television. Sfiso sat back, surprise all over his face. In a single week, Isaac had grown... So skillful! How?
Sfiso continued watching as Isaac picked up the ball outside the box. Sfiso looked up, and found himself unmarked. Immediately, he pulled back his leg, and he smashed it into the ball.
"Oooo" Theo sat up from beside him.
Would he score on his debut?
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Sweat trickled down his forehead, like a stream after a storm. He breathed inward, and the muscles in his body tensed.
He let out his breath, and swung his leg.
As he swung his foot, he felt a satisfying thud as it made contact. He let out a heavy grunt, and his muscles loosened.
The ball rose, and it was sent on course for goal. It was like a rocket that had been launched: it flew at a terrifying speed, and it seemed unstoppable.
The keeper dived.
The ball has bypassed the scattered defence, and only one man could be the hero. This was the turning point. Someone had once said football was a story, because every second was a sentence deciding who was the hero, and who was the villain, or who was the loser, and who was the winner.
Breaths were bated. Hearts were stopped. Tongues were locked.
Hearts were hopeful, and desperate.
But in the end, there was only one winner.
SHCRINK!
The ball nestled in the back of the net.
"Oh my goodness it went in!" Isaac felt himself blank out with shock. His ears had grown dumb to the relentless shouting from the fans, and he seemed to be staring into space.
He was brought back to reality however, by someone jumping unto him.
"That was amazing!" Estupinian, the equadorian fullback shouted. Isaac laughed, unable to speak. He was overwhelmed with joy after getting his first professional goal.
"That was a brilliant goal mate!" He heard another play shout, as he threw his hand around his shoulder. "Congratulations."
Isaac and his brighton teammates enjoyed themselves with celebrations, before play restarted. Like the hardworking player he was, Isaac fought hard to win back the ball.
He'd scored his first goal in the 73rd minute, soon he found another chance to score 10 minutes later.
Once again from outside the box, Isaac sent a bullet of a shot on course for goal, and he waited to see if he got his goal. But the keeper was not going to let him in so adult as second time.
Like an eagle, the keeper soared into the air, barely getting his fingers on the ball. He sent it over, and out for a corner.
Isaac immediately ran into the box, looking to use his height to his advantage. He was about 6'3',and he had a height advantage. Plus with his additional strength from the Yaya toure card... He was unstoppable.
Maybe it was just him. Maybe it was what he told himself every second, so that he never failed. That he was the best. Only, if he performed the best.
He was already thinking like an elite.
FWEEEE!
The corner was taken, after wrestling defenders in the box, Isaac saw the ball coming to him.
"Chance!"
He leaped into the sky, just in time for him to meet the ball head on. The cross was a powerful one, and Isaac had to do one thing.
Steer it toward goal.
It hard momentum, a it needed now was direction.
Isaac turned his head, his forehead guiding the ball to the bottom right of the goal post.
The keeper tried to reach for the ball, but Isaac was too fortunate. And fortune for one meant a loss for another.
The ball bounced pass the line, inviting a new wave of cheers within the stadium.
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