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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.

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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.

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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!

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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!!

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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!

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We continue to play the local tournament and continued winning smoothly with our combination of playing with the number 2 and the number 7.

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 → Current: 11 PC (F+)]

[Shooting → Current: 12 SHT (F+)]

[Passing → Current: 11 PS (F+)]

[Dribbling → Current: 11 DB (F+)]

[Physical →Current: 12 PHC (F+)]

[Defense → 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...

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"MOOOOOOM HEEEEELP!"