Spain, Barcelona
Bojan was sweating on the training ground, a trace of impatience hidden in his eyes.
Since he was a child, he had been regarded as a genius by the club, breaking countless records during his youth team days. He always believed he would be the next Messi!
No, he would far surpass Messi!
He could break Messi's records, so he could naturally surpass Messi. However, in the European Youth Champions League, he encountered that monster.
"I was already a player for Barcelona at 17, how about you?"
The declaration echoed in his mind, and Bojan felt his face burning as if that arrogant figure appeared before him again.
With his arms crossed, he looked dismissive: "I debuted for Real Madrid at 16 and already won two championships. How about you?"
Aaaaaaahhhh!
Bojan felt like going crazy, like a beggar boasting about his wealth in front of a king. If he didn't know the other person's identity, it would have been fine, but then, but then...
