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Heaven's gift for football

🇧🇷Marcelinho_Ggazeli
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Pedro is a young Brazilian who has lived in France with his mother and stepfather since he was 12 years old, although he was raised in France Pedro never abandoned the dream of winning a World Cup for the Brazilian team, unfortunately his talent is small and he plays for the Football Club base Lorient, is about to be expelled for lack of talent, when he was about to give up his dream he received a gift from heaven, in his vision a status screen appeared where he could increase his skills, Pedro restarted once more the dream of being a football star (MC will not have Harem or many girlfriends, he will only have one girl and she will be his wife, work focuses on MC career development without romance and waste of time, story starts in 2008-2009 season) #soccer #noharém

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Chapter 1 - gift from heaven

City of Lorient - France 2008

Training center - Lorient club

"Play for me, I'm free" shouted a boy as he ran to attack

An average looking young man heard this, he was the point guard for team B from the base, using a horizontal pass he tried to pass the ball to the free striker, unfortunately the ball ended up going straight through the striker and out the end line

"Shit again, I was free, you idiot can't hit a pass, we're 3-0 down and you still miss" the forward revolted

"I'm sorry, I used a lot of strength in the pass" the common boy replied

"you make mistakes again and again, you are Brazilian you should know how to play football, but that only sinks our team" the forward continued complaining

*fi fi fiu* the referee finished the match

Leaving the field, all the boys from team B walked out with their heads down while those from team A applauded

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"Shit, next week it's the evaluation, by cutting costs the club will fire anyone who doesn't pass the exam, now we lost 3-0 in front of the base coach, we're finished" already in the locker rooms the boys complained

"At least you're a striker and you won't be as guilty, but I'm a goalkeeper, I've conceded so many goals"

"our defenders are too bad, our midfielder doesn't hit a pass"

"Our point guard Pedro is getting worse and worse, I remember that 3 years ago he was great in midfield and hit a lot of passes"

"that's why I say, Brazilians have to be a striker, to do dribbles and kicks"

The ordinary young man named Pedro was sitting in the dressing room, his head bowed and little tears in his eyes, he listened to his fellows talking and just kept quiet.

Pedro Silva, born in Brazil and raised there until he was 12 years old, his mother fell in love with a Frenchman, the 2 came with him to live in France, at 13 years old he joined the base of the Lorient club, when he was young he was very good and for this was approved, but every year his ability decreased for no apparent reason, Pedro trained hard and spent hours in training but his ability only decreased.

"I think it's time to give up, I'll try to study to get into a university, I'm old now, 17 years old I can't be a dreamer anymore, I have to get back to reality" Pedro whispers to himself

Putting his things in his backpack, Pedro left the locker room and went home

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The city of Lorient is just a small maritime city in France, with a population of less than 60 thousand people, its port is the main source of importance for the city.

In a small house in an ordinary neighborhood of Lorient, Pedro entered through the gate.

"My son, you arrived on time, wash your hands for dinner" a beautiful woman said, it was Ana and Pedro's mother

"It's okay mom, I'll go" in a despondent tone Peter replied

There were already 2 other people at the living room table, a middle-aged man was Símon, Pedro's stepfather, beside him was a cute little boy of 5 years, Marcel, Pedro's brother

"Pedro you arrived, tell me how was training?" Simon asked, is he a big fan of the Lorient club

"It was difficult, I think I will leave the club, I'm sorry Simon" Pedro speaks with a sad tone, Simon made a great effort to help Pedro to join the club

Simon is just a small port employee, he earns just 1200 euros a month, but even so he has done everything possible to help Pedro, whether it's sporting goods or even nutrition meals, Simon has really gone out of his way to be a foster parent

"Hey what happened? You didn't tell me you would become a great player and you would win a world cup, for 5 years we lived together I saw you go from kid to man, I know your character, you're not the type who hangs his head "Simon

"I'm sorry Simon, I'm 17 years old, I should start working, you only work at home, I know it's hard, the sooner I wake up from the dream, the sooner I can help our family" Pedro speaks

"Nonsense, I make an effort because I love this family, there is no weight to support you, I want you to be happy, I know how much you love football, besides being 17 it's not too late, I know you train non-stop and then I will support, a man must fight for what he loves, and you boy do you love football" Simon speaks with a serious look

"but my skill she..."

"Don't talk, your skill may not be Ronaldinho's, but you try so hard, keep training to do what you love, I don't want to hear any more excuses, let's have dinner" Simon

Right at the table a family of 4 enjoyed a delicious dinner together

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The night in Lorient is very beautiful, the waves of the sea in the small town make the environment very pleasant.

After dinner Pedro left home for a run, his night training is based on running the ball down the street, a simple control training

Sitting on the beach floor, Pedro looks at the sky

"Stars from the sky shine to light up the night, it's really beautiful, one day I would like to shine like the stars, but my shining place will be green on football fields all over the world" Pedro

"What? Why are there numbers from heaven?" Peter still looking at the sky screams

In Pedro's field of vision several numbers start to appear and merge, letters start to emerge together

* Ding .... 4 years of luck collected, user number 3782 contributed lucky value for 4 years, as a reward, his status table will be activated and a 20 point apology gift will be given *

"What the fuck, robot voice in the head and numbers in the field of vision, I've read something like this on the internet, but what is the value of luck?" Pedro

*Ding... value of luck is literally luck, for 4 years you helped our administrator to collect luck, luck equals your skill, that's why you get worse every year in the sport, from now on I will leave, remembering that you don't have a system but a status table, good luck and goodbye*

"Damn it then, it was your fault, I turned into rubbish, I should have turned professional by now, whatever, open up the status" Pedro responds

>Pedro Silva

free points = 20

Kick = 72

Strength = 71

Speed ​​​​= 78

Resistance = 70

Dribbles = 70

Pass = 82

Field of View = 78

Free kick = 69

Defense = 30

"my skill returned to normal, with 82 passing I should be the best midfielder in the youth category, fantastic, now I can add more" Pedro

"It's easy to use these 20 points, I'll use 12 points in the field of view, 8 points in the pass, my passing level will easily become an elite professional level" Pedro speaks happily

Pass = 82 + 8> 90

Field of View = 78 + 12> 90

>Pedro Silva

free points = 0

Kick = 72

Strength = 71

Speed ​​​​= 78

Resistance = 70

Dribbles = 70

Pass = 90

Field of View = 90

Free kick = 69

Defense = 30

"Very good, I will be able to become a professional, I will buy a big house for my family, my stepfather will never have to work so hard again, my family will live well and I will also become a player for the Brazilian national team" Pedro jumps with joy as he speaks his ideals

"Even so I still need to train, I believe that it's with training that I gain skill points, I'll make a lot of effort" Pedro speaks and soon he's back running in training.

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