When playing football, you should call it GOAT.

Chapter 1 Hala Madrid (Please continue reading!)
"Roy, I regret to inform you."

"Given that you only have one year left on your contract, the club rejected loan offers from several Segunda División and La Liga teams. You know, we have to consider the club's interests while also being responsible for your career development."

"At the same time, we received an offer from Ligue 1 team Monaco."

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded somewhat angry, as if he was upset that the call hadn't been answered in time, but he quickly adjusted to a gentle and regretful tone, though his words left no room for argument.

"We believe you would prefer to return to Ligue 1, which would undoubtedly be in the best interests of both of us."

From Real Madrid's sporting director, Jorge Valdano.

"There's also some good news."

"Although Bosque has made it clear that you are not in his plans, he is willing to give you a chance to be included in the squad as a reward for your hard work in La Fabrica over the years!"

After Valdano hung up the phone, Roy listened to the busy tone coming from the receiver and fell silent.

Seriously? I've only been here for less than a day, and I've already been kicked out of Real Madrid?
I can talk about it, and I can dream of becoming the emperor!

January 29, 2003, Mallorca, Spain.

The second leg of the Spanish Copa del Rey quarter-finals.

Mallorca vs Real Madrid.

In the first round of matches, the two teams drew 1-1 at the Bernabéu, with Real Madrid appearing somewhat distracted while playing away.

Mallorca, on the other hand, fielded their strongest lineup and put immense pressure on Real Madrid with their aggressive attacks, frequently threatening Real Madrid's goal since kickoff.

Eighth minute of the match.

Mallorca midfielder Novo took a corner kick, the ball arcing into the penalty area and reflected in the eyes of both teams' players. The stars of the White Army and the Mallorca players were huddled together, and Mallorca defender Fernando Rino leaped high and headed the ball!
As the football hurtled towards the net, the Iberia Star Stadium, with a capacity of just over 20,000, held its breath. Real Madrid defender Minabres reacted quickly and chipped the ball over the goal line, as thousands of Real Madrid away fans cheered!

But after a long whistle, referee Jesus Sanchez raised his arm and pointed to the center circle kickoff point.

The ball has crossed the goal line, the goal is valid!

The stadium resounded with the vibrant, Mediterranean-sunny chant: "No somos nadie, pero podemos ser todo." (We are nothing, but we can overcome anything.)
Mallorca striker Eto'o jumped up and pumped his fist, appearing even more excited than the goal scorer.

"Damn it, hey!"

Morientes, sitting next to him, suddenly jumped up from his seat and spread his arms in protest!

"The ball didn't even cross the goal line!"

The sudden commotion brought Roy, who was sitting on the bench, back to reality. Even though he had accepted the fact that he had transmigrated, he still found it hard to describe how he felt: a person who had never played a professional football match found himself on the roster of the "Galacticos First Generation", even though he probably wouldn't get to play.

He had an Asian face, neat black hair, and clear, handsome features. His tall and slender figure, visible beneath his vest, resembled a towering spear.

He is about 1.82 meters tall, with well-proportioned muscles and a powerful presence.

However, his deep black eyes held a hint of gloom and bewilderment.

Just three days ago, Roy was a middle-aged programmer living in a concrete jungle, feeling lost and confused.

He came from a middle-class family; both his parents were highly educated. From a young age, he developed in all aspects of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, and aesthetics, steadily moving forward along the hypocritical path of "becoming someone else's child," never deviating from the right track.

He was successfully admitted to the computer science department of one of the top 5 universities in China.

The true meaning of this statement is: it is not the first two.

After graduation, he went to UCB (University of California, Berkeley) across the ocean to study. After returning to China, he joined a major internet company and worked his way up to become a key technical member of the R&D department.

Roy is an honest person; he returned to the United States because he couldn't adapt to the American lifestyle.

By conventional standards, he was considered successful: a seven-figure annual salary, stock options in the company, a large apartment in Binjiang, Hangzhou, and the money he earned meant he didn't have to worry about the risk of unemployment in his later years, as well as a family that, while not particularly affectionate, seemed happy to others.

But Roy still felt like he was suffocating.

He has to keep working hard because once you reach a certain level of consumption, you can never accept falling back down.

In terms of workload and competitive pressure, he faces the same dilemma as young people who have just graduated from university: overworking and potentially being laid off at any time.

Even a high-class ox or horse is still an ox or horse.

Mortgage payments, car loans, daily expenses, and the exorbitant tuition fees of international schools are like a transparent whip lashing at him.

And I said to him: Go work!

The only time Roy felt relaxed was during the few minutes he spent smoking in the underground garage every night.

That night, the management position he had worked so hard to secure slipped away to someone else.

Another piece of news was that he vaguely heard his name appear on the company's optimization list.

Just as the options were about to be exercised.

For a moment, he recalled the most exciting and joyful time of his life—as captain, he helped his alma mater win the championship of the ZJ Provincial Youth Campus Football League University Group.

He recalled that when he was a child, he dreamed of becoming a professional football player.

He also briefly attended Hangzhou Greentown's youth training school. The coach said he was the most talented child he had ever seen: Roy's football talent and his parents' talent for making money were both undeniable.

However, considering Roy's family and universal values, persisting in this dream was unconventional and even somewhat absurd, so football became a symbolic hobby.

He even suddenly remembered that he hadn't played football for five or six years.

He extinguished his cigarette and rubbed his tired eyes as usual.

Just then, a line of text appeared in his mind.

Do you want to find meaning in life? Do you want to become the king of football?

Roy felt a sense of confusion, but an indescribable attraction compelled him to agree.

The next instant, Roy lost consciousness, but the words in his mind continued to appear.
[Drawing your initial talent; talent has been issued.]

【Kylian Mbappe】

When he opened his eyes again, he found that his consciousness had been transported to 2003, to the body of a French-Chinese boy with the same name as him.

Roy entered the La Fabrica youth academy at the age of twelve and joined Real Madrid's reserve team Castilla at the age of seventeen.

He was selected for the first team squad for this Copa del Rey competition.

Without any delay or mistreatment, Roy was given the immediate fighting power of an 18-year-old Mbappe right from the start.

In one word, cool!

Furthermore, if he wins a top league title as a key player, this template will unlock the maximum potential of peak Mbappe's talent.

In addition, if he wins the top league title, the UEFA Cup, the UEFA Champions League, the European Championship, or the World Cup...

Each of the above championships will reward him with a talent module that represents the player's ability value for that championship.

(Top leagues include: Serie A, Premier League, La Liga, Bundesliga, Ligue 1, Primeira Liga, Eredivisie)
Morientes returned to his seat, grumbling, and turned to look at Roy.

"You're the kid who's about to leave the team and transfer to Monaco, aren't you?"

How does it feel to sit on Real Madrid's bench?

Morientes asked, in his opinion, young players should be excited to be selected for the first team squad, even if it's just an experience before leaving the team.

"not bad."

Roy smiled.

"We are sitting on chairs made of the same material."

Morientes' face darkened, but he couldn't find fault with Roy's words.

Since Ronaldo joined the team, the Real Madrid number nine has not started in any important match this season, and has been completely relegated from a Champions League winner to a benchwarmer.

"What a fucking chatterbox."

Morientes muttered.

But he didn't argue with Roy; instead, he made a poker-playing gesture with his fingers.

"Monaco is great, but don't gamble away your entire salary!"

"Raul, what's wrong with you today?!"

Today, although Bosque still has his hands in his pockets, his fluffy and sparse gray-black curly hair trembles in the wind, and the neatly trimmed iron-colored short beard has lost the 'everything is under control' smile.

As the Real Madrid prince crossed the sideline, he finally lost his composure and shouted.

Raul's performance in the attacking third today was weak, and he failed to create any synergy with Zidane on the left wing.

Real Madrid, having conceded an early goal, appeared somewhat impatient, and their defensive vulnerabilities in the backfield gradually increased.

On the field, Mallorca's diminutive midfielder Ibagaza began to use his agile dribbling to outmaneuver Real Madrid's defense.

He first dribbled past Cambiasso, then nutmegged McManaman, and then delivered a lob pass from outside the penalty area. As the ball fell toward the penalty spot, Real Madrid goalkeeper Cesar Sanchez hesitated before coming out to challenge for the ball.

A dark shadow flashed by, and Eto'o instantly sprang into action, bypassing the entire Real Madrid defense and volleying the ball into the left corner.

The scoreboard showed 2-0.

After scoring, the Cameroonian striker sprinted fifty meters towards the Real Madrid bench, where he furiously pumped his fists and roared at Vicente del Bosque and the away fans' area behind him: "I'm here! I'm Eto'o!"

It seems to be to prove to Real Madrid's management that dropping him was "the stupidest decision in history".

"Traidor!!!"

“Serpiente en el pecho!!! (The snake on the chest)”

"I Tú también, Judas!!!" (You too, Judas!)

Curses erupted from the stands.

Two minutes later, Soler broke through Minambres on the left side of the penalty area and passed the ball back to Eto'o, but Cesar's rush out again left a large gap open.

The Cameroonian player deftly slotted the ball into the empty net, completing his brace.

When the whistle blew to end the first half.

Eto'o deliberately swaggered past the Real Madrid players.

"Unbelievable! Fans, can you believe your eyes?! This isn't the Real Madrid we know! This is a completely unfamiliar team wearing white jerseys!"
The powerful voice of Matthias Platz, the star commentator for Canal+ Espaa, was transmitted to every corner of the Iberian Peninsula via television signal.

"'The Lord of the Rings' is completely lost! The killer who always has a flash of brilliance at crucial moments couldn't even stop the ball in this game. All I saw today was him angrily tugging at his captain's armband."

"Zidane seems to have had too much to drink tonight! He lost possession in midfield three times. The Marseille turn? Forget about it! The first goal conceded came from his clumsy turn, which led directly to the opponent's counter-attack!"

"As for goalkeeper Cesar Sanchez! I can only say that if this were the Bernabéu, the North Stand would already be filled with ear-piercing boos and shouts: Substitute Casillas! Immediately! Right now!"

In the second half, Vicente del Bosque brought on Argentine midfielder Solari, whose transfer negotiations with Inter Milan had broken down, to replace the out-of-form Zidane.

In the 49th minute, Ibagaza crossed the ball into the penalty area from the right, and Pandiani burst into the box from eight yards out, unleashing a powerful shot into the top corner to seal the victory.

As the Uruguayan striker raised his arms and roared in anger.

The 4-0 scoreline sent the more than 20,000 spectators at the Iberia Star Stadium into a frenzy.

The grudge of being humiliated by Real Madrid 1-5 in the league has finally been avenged.

This is the second time Vicente del Bosque has suffered a major setback in a cup competition since last season's 1-2 defeat to Deportivo La Coruña in the Copa del Rey final.

In the 69th minute, Morientes was substituted on, replacing Cambiasso.

Before leaving the bench to warm up, he turned around, pointed at Roy, and retaliated:

"But the material of the ground beneath our feet is different."

Roy nodded, showing respect to the substitute.

He felt that Morientes, at this moment, was like a star player in another sport across the ocean, and deserved to be respected.

The match has been going on for seventy-five minutes.

The remaining time of the match became almost torture for the Real Madrid players who had lost their fighting spirit.

Del Bosque looked toward the substitutes' bench on the sidelines.

With the outcome of the match already decided, he was determined to inject some fresh blood into the game.

He had never intended to give Roy a chance to play.

But putting him on the court now won't make things any better or worse.

Just as Real Madrid striker Portillo's shot went wide of the crossbar.

The fourth official on the sidelines raised the substitution board.

[No. 44 Roy] replaces [No. 18 Portillo]

"This may have been a sign that Del Bosque had given up on the game, but we witnessed a historic moment! Number 44 – Roi – came on as a substitute! The first Asian player in Real Madrid's history! A young man who came up from the La Fabrica youth academy!"

"Madrid fans, cheer for your pride!"

Matthias Platz's voice rang out.

Roy stood on the sidelines, his young heart pounding in his chest. As excitement surged, the tension quickly subsided.

He hadn't experienced that adrenaline rush in many years.

He couldn't wait to see what the explosive talent hidden within this body could do.

The whistle blows.

Roy looked up and saw Raul González standing opposite him.

His amber eyes held neither contempt nor arrogance; instead, they possessed the calm that precedes a hunt.

Today, all I feel is confusion.

"Welcome to Real Madrid, kid."

Morientes shouted from a short distance away.

The ball flew towards Roy, and the moment he touched it, he felt all the sounds on the field become clearer; he was completely immersed in the environment.

While the Mallorca home fans waited patiently for the game to end.

The away team's die-hard Real Madrid fans booed repeatedly.

He kept throwing the objects he was holding onto the court.

Bernabéu fans always have a kind of "aristocratic pickiness"; they step into the stadium not to watch the game, but to conduct a "football aesthetic judgment".

They use almost stringent standards to measure every pass, every run, and even the angle of a player's bow when thanking the field.

Winning isn't enough; you have to play the art of kicking.

Otherwise, a disagreement could easily escalate into a full-blown booing, cursing, or even a Bernabéu-style protest with white handkerchiefs raised.

They brought this habit to the Iberian Planet field.

"Real Madrid launched another attack. Celades made a long diagonal pass to McManaman, who was open on the right wing. The Englishman then passed the ball across to Raul, who dribbled towards the penalty area. The newly substituted young player Roy made a diagonal run into the penalty area, drawing away the defenders."

"Raul passes the ball to Solari. Solari can pass, but he chooses to take a shot!"

The ball swept past the goal, and Solari stomped his foot in frustration.

"That ball could have been passed to Roy next to him. Perhaps at this point, we shouldn't be thinking about our status on the field, but our impatience has made the Madrid team lose their minds."

In the following games, Roy barely got possession of the ball.

Real Madrid players will only pass the ball to him when they are sure there is no better passing option when they drop back to receive it.

In addition, Real Madrid's attacking enthusiasm was not high, and their advance was repeatedly blocked by Mallorca, making his constant running and movement in the front look like a headless fly.

"Hey! Why send in a clown who's just running around aimlessly in the frontcourt! We've already suffered enough humiliation tonight!"

"Bosque has gone mad! A coach who gives up on the offense should be sacked immediately!"

“If Florentino keeps putting us in matches like this, then he should bring Lorenzo back. Right, Paco?”

The middle-aged man who heard this just smiled dismissively; his name was Paco Sanz.

He was once a football player, but after leaving Castilla, he played for Real Olivedo, Racing Santander, and Mallorca for several years, but didn't play many games in total, and retired more than two years ago.

He's currently working with the Real Madrid team to gain experience and is in charge of fan relations, because his father is Lorenzo Sanz, the former president of Real Madrid.

The chatter on the sidelines didn't reach Roy's ears.

But after a pass error by Mallorca caused the ball to go out of bounds.

He picked up the soccer ball and quickly served it while he was near the sideline.

"Boom!"

With a muffled thud, the unscrewed mineral water bottle grazed Roy as he threw the ball, landing on the grass and splashing water everywhere.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

The stands, so close by, were filled with a joyful atmosphere.

This sudden attack seemed to bring a moment of relief to the fans who had been feeling down all night.

The final whistle is about to blow in the 89th minute of the match.

Roy, positioned in the middle, made a sudden stop and retreated, receiving a pass from Raul before quickly passing it to the wing. He then moved to the left wing and switched positions with Solari, who had the ball, receiving another pass from the latter.

This time, Roy chose to dribble down the wing.

He will have very few good opportunities to advance the ball tonight.

Any attempt to hold onto the ball will be "corrected" by other players nearby, and the field is not always suitable for a breakthrough.

With long, nimble legs, he continuously dribbled the ball forward.

Facing pressure from Mallorca's right-back Cortés, Roy feinted, and Cortés followed closely.

The moment he made his move, Roy nimbly stepped on the ball and turned, using his supporting foot to accelerate and get past Cortez before quickly creating space and moving to the wing.

Platts' voice suddenly rose eight octaves: "Wow! A split-second acceleration to break free, a sports car launching from a standstill, but the net is tightening."

Raul, looking into the distance, glanced at the substitutes' bench.

But Ronaldo wasn't there; he'd only ever seen such speed in aliens.

Mallorca players reacted quickly, with Max Martin closing in and forcing Roy toward the sideline, while Calitus blocked his path to try and slow him down.

Mallorca's center-back Nino crouched low in front of him, ready for action.

The two players quickly closed the distance, and when they were two meters apart, Roy pretended to flick the ball with the outside of his foot and cut inside, but suddenly flipped his ankle to control the ball.

Speed ​​up!
Nino didn't have time to adjust his center of gravity before Roy launched himself into the air like a catapult!

"what?"

Solari, who was about to scold him for not passing the ball quickly, froze.

His burst of speed wasn't "fast," but rather "disappeared in an instant"!
In the blink of an eye, his left shoulder had already swept past Nino's right arm, and when the latter staggered back to chase, he was already more than two meters away.

"What an insane performance! Roy tore a hole in the lines with sheer speed!"

Another center-back, Luxemhof, made a decisive diagonal run to block Roy, while Nino and Martin desperately chased back from behind, the three approaching the speeding figure from different directions.

The feeling of running made Roy excited.

His current athletic ability is even more amazing than he imagined.

Every muscle fiber, guided by the thick leg bones, is brimming with power, making it seem as if it is riding the wind and thunder when it runs wildly.

Raul made a run towards the right side of the penalty area, while McManaman approached the edge of the box, ready to pounce.

Luxemhof is closing in!

Roy's sprinting rhythm faltered, then he abruptly switched direction, using his right foot to deflect the ball outwards.

Ignore them completely!

A sudden slowdown, a sudden burst of speed, a counter-physical change in rhythm, allowed Roy to instantly dribble past Luxenhoff and then pass the ball across to Morientes.

Morientes received the ball, created space, and attempted a shot, but the Mallorca defenders made a close stop.

He had a sudden inspiration and flicked the ball with his heel to the figure passing by.

"Roy breaks into the penalty area, goalkeeper Franco is on high alert, and he swings his leg to push the ball into the far corner!"

Franco and the commentator instantly judged Roy's shooting choice by observing the direction of his body's lean.

He's definitely going to shoot from the far corner!

He swings his leg to meet the ball and pushes it into the air, his leg taut like the string of a hard bow, but quickly relaxes just a second before the bow is drawn.

The shooting motion suddenly changes to a forward dribble followed by a powerful shot!

"boom!"

The moment the instep of the right foot touched the ball, the football made a loud, rubbery sound as it deformed. The ball, like a cannonball being propelled from a cannon barrel, followed a low and straight trajectory before rapidly rising.

Franco's attempt to remedy his misjudgment was extremely disastrous.

He tried to make a save by stepping on the ground, but as his legs lifted his body, the ball had already blasted into the top left corner of the goal, hit the back support frame, and swept across the net ropes, creating a messy ripple.

"Aim high and shoot close! A highly deceptive shot selection!"

"While this doesn't change anything, at least we can say that he scored a goal that salvaged Real Madrid's dignity."

"Well done, kid."

Morientes roared, "We're the two best players on the field right now!"

Fernando Morientes is that kind of person: loyal, humble, with a big heart, and always putting the team first. He might joke around with you, but as Raul said, "Moro is the kind of teammate you would trust with your back; he will never let you down."

Raul rushed over and ruffled Roy's hair.

Solari, McManaman, Helguera, and even Zidane on the bench.

For the first time, everyone turned their gaze to him simultaneously.

"Hey, this kid's got some interesting skills. That last violent breakthrough was a bit like Henry's!"

The French star, sitting on the bench, raised an eyebrow and spoke to his teammate beside him.

This was the first time he had ever felt the attention he received on the professional stage.

Roy breathed slowly, his young body now exhaling oxygen with the tendons and alveoli of an eighteen-year-old.

He was convinced that he was about to be reborn.

Roy from two different worlds, the rusty gears that operate in their respective destinies will be replaced with brand new mechanisms.

In order to record the immortality that will come in the future.

Bosque on the sidelines squinted.

He convinced himself that he had finally encountered something to be happy about today.

Has he already transferred?

It doesn't matter. As long as he performs well, no Real Madrid academy graduate can refuse the team's buy-back offer.

They will apply and train in order to return to the "temple" they dreamed of as children!
The whistle blew, and the game ended.

Raul shed tears, and the dejected Real Madrid players lowered their heads. After a crushing defeat, the superstars looked at each other and slowly walked towards the away fans' section to apologize!

The stands did become a bit noisier, with fans venting their emotions and offering all sorts of criticisms – this is the price of playing for the world's biggest club.

The more attention you receive, the greater the pressure you bear.

"This is an inevitable step, kid."

Morientes patted Roy on the back, and he saw Roy raise his face, his eyes fixed on the away fans' section.

"Calm down! Calm down! The fans here are the most demanding. Only by scoring goals in each game can you earn their respect!"

"Perhaps one day you will return to Real Madrid."

Back to Real Madrid?

Earning respect?

Morientes' words flashed through Roy's mind, and for a moment he was certain that he could not understand the logic behind them.

All he knew was that not everyone deserved his respect.

After the match, Roy walked straight off the field without stopping.

Today, he learned a timeless truth about competitive sports from Eto'o:
The victor has the right to humiliate the loser.

This is my first time writing a web novel, please read it, recommend it, and vote for me!

This book aims to create a GOAT-like character, hence the French nationality, which I know many people dislike.

But there's no way around it; for a player who leads the world in both honors and commercial value, the World Cup title is an unavoidable hurdle.

He has strong initial abilities, but weak character design, and his ability improvement takes a long time. If the results are good, I would like to try writing about his entire career.

Finally, an update:

During the new book launch period, I need to stay on the charts, so I can't update too much; two chapters a day, each containing 5,000 words.

Updates will be released at a rapid pace, with 10,000 words per day.

I'm begging you again to continue reading!

This is extremely important for authors! Overworking a book can really kill it!
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