AN: Hey, it's been a while. Starting a new story set in the real world since I've been reading a lot of those recently and I'm kinda hooked. This is going to be a football (Soccer for my American fans) fanfic, set in a slightly earlier time. Our main character is going to be born around 2000, and he will have the looks (and physique, basically) of Richard "Dick" Grayson. This chapter will focus on his debut, please note that the MC is meant to be a generational talent, he is already a top talent (which is why he is a 16 yo playing professional football) and that will show. He will be the best, and that should be seen in the games however he is not unbeatable.
MC Special skills:
Explosive speed and pace
Amazing dribbling
Great endurance
Like his namesake he has very good skill in the air and that will often be seen lol.
His shooting is his strong suit, he can pound the ball (pause) with power and precision which in turn helps with penalties and free kicks.
And he has a fantastic sense of the game.
I haven't decided which country he should represent, or who the love interest should but I do have some ideas. Feel free to give out your ideas, as I'd love to hear them. But leave them down below where I say some of the ideas that I had in mind.
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Author pov
"It's 0-0 here at the Ipro stadium, and it looks like Brighton is making a change, hoping to see a spark in their attacking power. With 20 minutes left to go"
"Yes Martin, the young player named Richard Grayson, is coming on. Richard is on the young side, being only 16 years old but I'm excited to see what he can do"
10 off
20 on
Richard Pov
I jumped in place as I waited for Murray to come closer to me. I twisted my back and cracked my neck, before starting a light jog towards Murray. We high-fived him saying.
"Show them what they got lad"
I nodded before rushing into Derby's penalty box, where we were waiting for a corner. I looked around and spotted a place where I saw no defenders at all. I guess because I was a new guy there wasn't anyone seriously defending me. I popped into the spot and waited for the corner to come in. The corner swung in, and one of our defenders headed it towards the goal, however, the goalie made a great save, deflecting the ball right into my line of sight.
I already knew what to do, it was natural for me the motion came to me like I was breathing air. I planted one leg, raised the other out and blasted the ball, there was no one in front of me and the goalie was lying on the floor after making the save. The net bulged as the ball was blasted into it, with me already rushing to the away side knowing that the shot would be a goal.
"OH MY WORD! What a shot from the 16-year-old Grayson! He saw the deflection and made a beautiful volley attempt that resulted in the first goal of this game! What a shot, perfectly placed and with more than enough power!!"
I slid on my knees before jumping up to my feet and pumping my fist while screaming. My teammates all rushed me after that, I felt hands ruffle my hair and some slamming my back as all of them hugged me to celebrate. After the short celebrations, we all rushed back into positions as Derby wanted to continue the game to try and get even.
*tweet*
I ran after the ball, pressing the Derby Middlefield to try and get them to make some mistakes. We were pressing high, hoping they would make some mistakes.
86'
After a failed attacking attempt from Derby, I was sent the ball by one of the defenders. I was immediately pressed by one of the derby midfielders. I fainted left while pushing the ball right with the tip of my foot. I ran past him on the left, collected the ball that I had poked past him and then sprinted down the right side of the field, I burst past another midfielder and quickly sent the ball to the other striker with me. After releasing the ball I ran behind him, and said
"Again!"
The other striker pushed the ball back with a backheel and I grabbed it with me like it was nothing and ran past the first defender. I was right by the D and noticed that the goalie was positioned too far to the right, so I fainted left before doing a Cruyff turn to the right which twisted the defender's feet leaving him in a heap on the ground. I then swung my right foot with as much power as I could muster.
The ball flew to the side like a missile, and the goalie was frozen in place as he watched the ball slam into the post.
*CLANG*
Before it burst into the net.
*ROAAAAAAARRRRR*
"AND IT'S ANOTHER FROM GRAYSON!!! WHAT A GOAL!! He ran through the midfield after getting the ball from Sidewell, and did a passing play with Knockaert before leaving a defender in the dust and sending another to the shops!! And that strike!! That was pure venom!! It's now 2-0 for Brighton, and both goals came from Grayson!"
I screamed as I ran towards the corner post, I slid on my knees and pumped my fists with pure glee! I then stood up and put my hands out to my side and tilted my head back as the crowd booed me (as we were away) but the boos or the cheers didn't matter, it was all just pure adrenaline either way, and it was addicting.
My teammates caught up to me again and jumped me, causing us to create a giant pile of Brighton players. After a minute or so, we split up as the ref wanted to continue the game, as we stood up I looked at the camera one last time and tapped my badge twice with 2 fingers.
90+2
It was the last minute of the game, and we had just gotten 3 minutes of extra time. After scoring the second goal we turned more defensive, as the coach wanted us to save energy. I was pressing a bit higher, as I was the striker, and managed to force a mistake from the Derby striker, where he sent a sloppy pass that was intercepted by a Sidewell, I quickly realised that we had one last attacking attempt as most of the Derby players were too high up, I sprinted up and shouted.
"Over them!"
Sidewell spotted the run and booted the ball high up, I recognised the landing zone where the ball would land and ran there. One defender was on his way towards the ball as well but I was faster. I reached the ball and just as it was about to land I gently tapped it over me, and consequently, over the defender as well. I used the defender as a board and spun off of him.
I reached the ball and brought it down gently, all while still running fast down the middle. I ran and left the defender in the dust, and now it was me against the goalkeeper. I ran closer to the goalkeeper, and the goalie started rushing towards me. I faked a shot to the left and as the goalkeeper put his foot out to try and block it I just slotted it through his legs. The ball rolled over the line and through the net as I sprinted towards the away stands.
*RRRROAAAAAAARRRRR*
"OH MY WORD!!! HISTORY HAS JUST BEEN MADE!!! 3 GOALS ON HIS DEBUT, THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVE NEVER BEEN DONE BEFORE!!! In just 22 minutes Richard Grayson has made history! And that last goal, the calmness that he displayed is something you only see from experienced professionals! Simply amazing!"
I ripped off my shirt and twirled it around in the air, before jumping on the advertisement boards and screaming my head off. The away fans all cheered and yelled and whistled and screamed and everything under the sun. I saw drinks being thrown about and scarves being twirled in the air. My teammates caught up to me as they all grabbed my legs and yelled or some jumped up with me.
We finished celebrating and the ref quietly came up to me and gave me a yellow card and a knowing look. I only nodded, realising that taking my shirt off was unnecessary but when you think about the emotions I just felt, it becomes understandable. I pulled my shirt back on and got into position, Derby sent the ball and then we heard.
*tweet tweet tweeeeeeet*
*RRRROOOOAAAARRRR*
Even if we just finished celebrating the goal, the fans screamed yet again with all of them happy at how our season was starting. After finishing off the handshakes and stuff, I walked to the refs to collect my match ball and then walked into the tunnel to give my match interview as the man of the match.
I stood in front of the Sky sports poster, and a lady stood in front of me and held a microphone up and said
"First of all, congratulations, Richard, on your hat-trick on your debut. You've just set a record that I don't think anyone will beat for a very long time. How does it feel?"
"Yeah I mean it's an amazing feeling, of course, being able to say that I've created a record like this it's awesome and something I'll cherish for a long time"
"Did you ever imagine that your debut would end up like this, with the media already writing you up as the next big thing?"
"Hahahaha, not to this extent no. I mean, I've always been confident in my abilities and I know I am a great player, but no I didn't expect it to end like this that's for sure"
"What motivated you to play like this?"
"Yeah, I mean knowing it was my debut, my only thought was 'leave a mark, let them know who you are' and that was it"
"And you certainly did that, thank you for your time"
"Thank you"
I then left to the changing room where the entire team applauded when I walked in.
"Way to go lad, what a game"
"Good job Dick"
"Good shift, Dick"
I laughed and said my thanks, even bowing to elicit some laughter. The gaffer, Chris Hughton, then walked up to me and said
"Great job Dick, what a performance. Keep that up"
I nodded with a smile on my face.
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I walked out of the team bus and ran straight to the man I had all of this to thank for. I ran into my dad's arms and he gave me a tight hug and said
"I'm so proud of you Dick"
My eyes stung a little as I heard it, it was always common to hear it from him but the little shutter in his voice just now hit home. My dad had given everything up for me, he fought my mom in court for full custody, moved out of America to Britain and let me start playing football instead of being forced into gymnastics like I had been since I was a kid. He worked day and night just to put food on the table and now I could finally be able to help him instead.
I hugged him tighter and he just chuckled and kissed me on the top of my head, while I was 6'0 he was 6'6 and built like a brick shit house. He let me go and looked down at me and said
"Let's go home yeah?"
"Yeah, let's…I'll cook up some tika masala tonight"
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Hey guys here are some of my ideas for the stuff mention at the top of this chapter
Countries to rep:
England (From his dad)
Italy (From his dad)
Spain (From his mom)
or America (please not this one...) (From his mom)
some other country (i'll make up some BS about his grandparents)
Love interests (possibly)
These are just my top 3, and I'm easy to manipulate
Billie Eilish (She's currently my favourite to win)
Jenna Ortaga
Tyla
Your guys ideas
Also, about my other fics I ain't too sure if I'm going to continue them, blame my ADD I just stopped being so focused on house of the dragons and allat so idk. maybe in the future I'll fixate on it again lmao. But I'm really excited about this story so I'm ready to see what the future holds
Tell me whqt you thought about the chapter, how can I improve. I'm ready to learn :>)