Lucas has been very depressed today because the event he was invited to wasn't living up to his expectations
Except for meeting a fan who knew him at the door, Lucas found that 90% of the people in the park had no idea who he was.
The reason why these people are so enthusiastic about challenging themselves is not because of their professional status but because the reward for success in the challenge is very attractive- prizes like a massive football jersey and a free month-long pass to the stadium are what truly attract people.
But after all, after taking other people's money, Lucas can only grit his teeth and insist. So he spent a boring afternoon like this, playing games with kids and middle-aged men, but it was starting to feel like a waste of time. Instead of being recognized as a promising footballer, Lucas felt like just another participant.
It feels very uncomfortable, and he feels like a clown. It's just that what he performs in front of people is not acrobatics and comedy, but shooting.
Two hours later, he managed to get to the last challenge, and when I could take the money to leave, but when the last challenger stepped forward, Lucas suddenly became interested in this event.
It's not because he started playing, but because of a girl who was walking towards him at this time, Lucas felt very familiar.
But he searched for the answers from his brain contending the memories of two lives, only to find that the former Lucas did not know this girl.
"This lady, can you know your name?"
Just as Lucas was in a daze, the host asked questions.
"Dua Lipa," she said, grabbing the ball and getting ready for her turn.
"Doua Lipa..." Lucas's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized!
Of course, he didn't know her as the global superstar she'd become in the future, but her name rang a bell. In his previous life, she was a famous singer. However, right now, in 2011, she was just an ordinary 16-year-old girl with no idea of the fame that awaited her.
The moment he recognized Rachel, he almost rushed to ask her for an autograph. But fortunately, reason defeated impulse later.
Now, Doua has not yet entered the music world; she is not well-known, just an ordinary young girl who left home doing covers on YouTube, dreaming of becoming a superstar one day.
"Are you a real footballer? I have never seen you on TV," Dua asked straightforwardly, a question, rather bitting Lucas's pride as she stepped up for the challenge.
"I don't play in the Premier League. Of course, you wouldn't know about me unless you follow the league one game, but you will definitely hear of me in the future."
Although he was a little offended, after all, the one standing in front of him is a future superstar sought after by many people; let's give her a deep impression of the future.
"So, I thought you were a fake. But don't take it lightly, you may not be able to beat me." In fact, although she is arrogant, the real reason was that she wanted to interfere with his mentality; she had heard of this kind of thing on TV.
'Calmos, Lucas, Calmos, she is just a young girl, a brat, don't worry about her.' this was his only thought, and he finally didn't respond.
The host counted down, and the challenge began.
Lucas took his spot first, stepping up to the penalty mark. The goal was fitted with targets in various spots, and the objective was to hit as many as possible within a time limit. The host gave him the go-ahead.
Lucas made it look effortless. His first kick struck the upper left target with a thud, followed quickly by a second shot into the bottom right. The crowd roared in approval as Lucas, with his professional training, demonstrated why he was a professional player.
He hit five out of six targets, each one precise and powerful. The final kick went slightly wide, missing the top-center mark, but it was still an impressive performance.
"Five out of six for Lucas Silva!" the host shouted, hyping up the crowd. "Let's see how our last contestant does!"
After finishing, Lucas turned to Doua stepping forward, dark hair falling effortlessly over her shoulders. She looked confident, but there was an air of nervousness too.
'Hum, you think it's so easy?', Well, a little dark bellies.
Seeing Lucas looking at her with a hint of pride, Doua flashed a little charming smile, but that made her pitiful as if she was bullied.
Lucas felt a little embarrassed, but no way; who asked her not to know why blood was red?
Still, he decided to encourage her: "Well, you've got guts stepping up, and that counts for something. How about I give you a few tips before you take the shot?"
Her eyes lit up, and although she didn't say it, her face was full of expectations.
Lucas approached the football, positioning himself next to her: "Alright, first things first. The key to a good penalty is balance and focus. You don't have to hit it too hard—just aim and keep your eye on the ball. You got this."
Dua nodded, clearly taking in his advice but being a little embarrassed about how arrogant she was before, she said: "Thanks, I'll try not to embarrass myself"
He stepped back, letting her take the ball. Dua positioned herself at the penalty spot, her stance awkward and unsure.
She swung her foot and kicked. The ball rolled forward—slowly—and barely made it to the goal line. The crowd chuckled kindly; in fact, she should be glad; if it was a boy, the people watching would make him so embarrassed that he would not dare to touch a football after.
"That's alright," he said, encouraging her. "The important part is you hit it. Now, when you go for the next one, just add a little more power and follow through."
Doua's nerves eased as Lucas's calm demeanor took the edge off. After all, she was just 16 years old, although she sang on a similar ground when she was young at her school, she was just a kid at that time, and people had some scruples.
'After all, he seems not bad.', she thought to herself.
She lined up for another try, this time, She swung her foot again, and the ball sailed a bit further, bouncing into the net. The crowd cheered lightly this time, and Doua grinned, a little relieved.
In fact, Doua's confidence grew with each shot. Although she missed the target in her two shots, but on her third attempt, she struck the ball with just enough power to hit the lower right target. The crowd erupted in applause, and Doua couldn't help but laugh in delight; it had never occurred to her that football was so fun.
"I actually hit one!" she exclaimed, turning to Lucas. Well, now, she has completely discarded her goal to win against a professional player.
"See? That's not bad" Lucas said, grinning.
Her final two shots missed, but the crowd didn't seem to care. They clapped and cheered for her, who had gone from nervous novice to enthusiastic participant in just a few short minutes. When the dust settled, Dua had hit one target out of six, but her smile was as wide as if she had won.
Anyway, the reason she came in the first place was looking for fun; it was only later she found out about the challenge, and right now, she thinks it was really fun.
"And that's it, folks!" the host announced. "With five out of six targets, Lucas Silva takes the win, but let's hear it for Dua Lipa, who gave it her all!"
The crowd clapped and cheered, and Dua, still beaming, approached Lucas. "Thanks for the help. I'm really not a football person, but this was actually fun."
"You did great," Lucas said sincerely, but thinking about how she was a little arrogant, although it can be attributed to her youth, he added. "And hey, not everyone has to be good at football; I think you should be more patient and not so hot-headed; maybe you've got other talents."
And that's how the future tatouage, meaning patience in Doua's hand, was born.
As the event wrapped up, Lucas was handed the prize—an oversized stuffed bear. He glanced over at Dua, who was holding her consolation prize, a small keychain with the park's logo before giving her the Bear.
They didn't exchange contact or anything; she was just a 16-year-old kid after all; he didn't want to encounter some trouble, plus he had that intuition that they would definitely meet in the future.
"A good harvest today, Lucas. You see, it took nothing more than just an afternoon for €5,000 to be credited!"
Carl, the manager, walked over from the person in charge of the amusement park, and he had a wad of green bills in his hand.
After taking out 4000 and giving it to Lucas, he put the remaining 1000 into his pocket. Although the rake was 20%, the money Lucas could have left was enough for him.
"Yes, I have a rich harvest today..." Lucas has a smile on his face. The harvest in his mouth doesn't mean money...
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The Milton Keynes Dons (MK Dons) is a relatively "long history" team in League One.
It is not easy for a small League One team to survive for so many years without having ties with any Premier League Team.
Although the Milton Keynes Dons have a "long history", their honor is pitiful. After many years of playing in League One, their best results will only come in the 2014-2015 Season; even then, they only qualified for the Championship.
In this regard, Karl Robinson, the head coach of the Milton Keynes Dons, has a headache. He needs more capable players, such as some players who have been released from the Championship or the Premier League.
This year, the team and the Tottenham Hotspur reached a preliminary cooperation agreement. While not a formal partnership, MK Dons and Tottenham Hotspur have developed a strong relationship over the years, with Spurs regularly sending young players on loan to MK Dons to gain experience.
This should be a good thing for the MK Dons, but Karl Robinson is not happy to open it.
Because of this player who is about to come to his team, it is really difficult to discipline.
In just a few months into the Spur's first team, he has repeatedly caused trouble. He was caught speeding, being late for training, colliding with the coach, and other things that happened to him from time to time.
is also because of this, people say that he is a "problem child". Karl also thinks so, he doesn't think he can restrain a wild horse.
This time, the guy was sent down because he lost his temper in the locker room. A newcomer who dared to lose his temper in the Premier League locker room, Karl didn't know if he could withstand his "destruction."
!!!
Just when Karl was in a state of desperation, the door of his office was knocked.
"Please...please come in." Karl stammered in reply. He knew that his "great gift" had arrived.
As expected, the door of Karl's office was opened by a tall black man. He was wearing simple white short-sleeves and a headscarf, and he looked like those gang members on the street.
"Coach Karl, I didn't expect us to meet so soon! Don't worry, we won't lose with me the day after tomorrow! Don't worry about the guy who scored two goals and has two assists; I will fix him!"
The player named Adam Smith, called "Problem Child", seems to be quite concerned about Lucas...
END OF THE CHAPTER
Rewards the long chapter with power stone.