A few hours ago
Sports Network Interview- Special Feature
"Introducing The New 11 Thrones"
The red camera light flicked on.
The press hall was filled with reporters from across Europe, each in their seat with pens and papers, ready to ask questions.
The doors to the room opened, and a young man walked in. He was in gray dress pants, brown shoes, and a white shirt with a tie; he also had on a brown jacket; on the left side of his chest sat a sharp silver crest of the Montreval Olympique.
This is a club that has been recently producing youth stars and has won the European Champions League 7 times.
Yesterday, he was announced as one of the YT11 — the Young Eleven Thrones, a group of the most dangerous young footballers in the world who are said to be the supposed future kings of football.
The young man stepped onto the stage, pulled out the chair next to the interviewer, crossed one leg over the other, and was relaxed but confident.
He had dark brown hair and eyes.
Behind him was a huge screen it flickered to life
On the screen was his Name: Adrien Montclair – France, Age: 19, Position: Forward
New Member of the Y11T – Young Eleven Thrones.
The Interviewer adjusted his papers and smiled.
"Today, we are joined by one of the newest members of the Young Eleven Thrones. Adrien Montclair, congratulations on being selected for the YT11 is a massive achievement. How does it feel to be recognized as one of the future kings of football?"
Adrien rested his elbow on the arm of the chair.
"Thank you. It still feels a little unreal, but I've been working toward this since I was a kid. Being part of the Y11T just proves I'm on the right path."
"For those who don't know, the YT11 is a group of eleven young players between 18 and 25 who are predicted to become the next rulers of world football."
He leans back slightly.
"You're currently playing for the second team of your club, but have already trained with the first squad several times. Many analysts say you're one of the most dangerous young forwards in France."
Adrien shrugs.
"I just score goals."
"You're aware that people are already comparing this generation to the greats?"
Adrien smiles faintly.
"They shouldn't."
"Why?"
"Because we're not trying to be the next generation."
He looks directly into the camera.
"We're trying to erase the previous one."
The interviewer pauses.
"Strong words."
Adrien shrugs again.
"You don't become the best by respecting the throne."
"You take it."
"Adrien, something many fans find interesting about you is your past with Noire Blau."
"That was the academy that discovered you, trained you, and shaped you into the player you are today, right?"
Adrien turns and looks at him.
"And yet now you play for their biggest rivals, Montpellier Olympique."
"Some would call that betrayal."
Adrien laughs for a bit. "Damn....I actually like that question."
The room laughed lightly.
"At Noire Blau, you played as an attacking midfielder. The coaches there believed that was your perfect role."
Adrien crossed his arms.
"Do you regret leaving?"
Adrien shook his head immediately.
"Actually.....No i'm grateful to the coaches and especially the manager, he found me when and gave me a chance when no one else wanted to. He trained me, pushed me, and built the foundation of the player I am now."
"But I couldn't stay."
The interviewer raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
Adrien looked up at the screen behind him, where his position read forward.
"Because I didn't want to play attacking midfielder. I wanted to be a striker."
He tapped on the table, "And Montreval gave me that."
"but your not a permanent member of Montreval's first team," said the interviewer.
"That's because right now there isn't a striker role open for me, well, yet at least."
"Yes, yes, I understand," said the interviewer
He shuffled his papers, "but wouldn't Noire Blau have been the better option?"
"You were offered the Y11T Attacking Midfielder position after all, so why accept it if you don't even want that role?"
Adrien started to smile, "Because that title can do more things for me; it can give me power, influence, and opportunity, which opens doors."
"That's fair enough. My last and final question is what's your main goal?"
Adrien didn't hesitate to become the best striker in the world.
A reporter shouted from the back, "Just like Lionel Messi?"
"No," adrien shake his hands.
"More like Cristiano Ronaldo then?" a Next reporter asked.
"Yes, just like Lane aswell" said Adrien
"So not like Messi," said the interviewer
"Messi wasn't the best striker, he was something else, a different beast, he was the best player."
"He could play anywhere on the field, create, dribble, assist, and control the game."
"But me, I only want one thing i want to score goals," he said with a smile.
"No assist," the interview asked
Adrien shook his head, "none."
The room started laughing.
"I know I said that was my last question, but you don't mind taking one from the reporters, just one."
"Sure"
All of them raised their hand but he chose a lady who stood up.
"Many new football projects are rising around the world right now. Some academies claim they are creating the future of football. Do you believe that?"
"No, they can try, though," he leans closer to the microphone on the table.
"But if they want the throne."
He looks directly into the camera, "They will have to take it from us."
"ohk that's all. Thank you for joining us, Mr. Superstar."
"No problem."
Somewhere in France.
In a dark room with only the glow of the television as the only light, the interview played on the screen.
Adrien's confident face filled the frame. Rintaro was sitting on a couch staring, his fingers tightened slowly around the remote, his eyes cold.
"You little piece of ungrateful shit"