My soccer novel

Here is part of a story a wrote about soccer I will post more every week....

                                                    Chapter One      
  “Futol, Futol” The best thing to me, about being a professional soccer player is hearing the audience cheer your name. You feel like you’re slowly getting pumped up with energy and you could run the New York Marathon in an hour. It helps a lot in many ways. Well any way, I NEED TO SCORE A GOAL . “Ohhhh, there’s the pass from Xvai to Messi! Two minutes on the clock!” the commentator yelled. I looked to the right and the crowd started to moan, it was a corner kick. The ball had went behind the goal with a fierce slide tackle from the defender was as strong as a battering ram. Xvai went to the corner to take the kick. ( Xvai has the best leg.) I went to the center of the box hoping the ball would come to me. Then I had feeling to move to the right, so I did.(I get these feelings a lot)
  The crowd fell quiet as Xavi kicked the ball with all his impact towards the goal. I looked up at the ball that was sailing towards me. My heart started to pump,” Three seconds, Two” yelled the commentator. I made a quick decision to shoot a header. I jumped forward as fast as I could and “ Ahhhhhhhhh” the audience started yelling with mad happiness. I looked up, I had scored! I got up and all my teammates came and almost knocked me over with their happiness. The audience was screaming my name as loud as a jet. I couldn’t believe what I had done either, I had made a spectacular last minute goal as well as scoring my 50th goal this season.
Chapter Two   
  As our team excitedly walked off the field, I noticed one player wasn’t happy he actually looked miserable, it was Mike. Mike was really good in games but while practice he does worse than a boy. He was also aggravated easily, So I didn’t want to take the chance and ask him what was going on. Then wobble legs as I call him, came up to me and asked” How do you do that" I actually don't know, I just keep a normal routine of practice and it all pays off." " Oh, thats interesting, I think thats what everyone does."" Well then I don't know." When I stepped into the locker room, everyone starts to congratulate me again, except Mike. Actully he wasn’t even there. " Annnnnnnnnn annnnnnn. I heard a alarm go off and saw something towards me.

                          Chapter Three  
  Everything went pitch black. I opened my eyes feeling miserable as pain shot through my body like I had just been bitten by a venomous snake. I felt like I was a new born baby in a hospital, until I remember what had happened. Everything hit me as hard as a bullet, it came to me one by one, I had scored the winning goal and my 50th goal, Mike acting weird, and the alarm and that man. I had so many questions running through my head, Who was that guy, Why was Mike acting weird, there are so many. Then I realized where I was, I was in the teams injury room. It was dark and silent in the  room, except the ticking of the clock. Then I looked at the clock and saw it was 12:31 at night. That felt very weird because the game finished around 3:00 in the evening. I stared at the ceiling wondering what had happened to me then I slowly drifted of to sleep again.
                                 
                              Chapter Four
  “Leo are you okay” “He’s awake!” I heard a voice say. I opened my eyes and saw almost my whole team standing above me. I didn’t have enough strength to talk, well I didn’t need to because they told me everything. They told me the alarm had went off because someone had broken into the team vault and tried to steal the money. They said that who ever did it started a fire some how started a fire to get everyone out of the building. But the bad news was that I was found near the vault with oil, matches and a bag of money. “ Guys before I went unconscious I saw someone coming towards me. “ Sorry Leo, we can’t help because coach said the manager told him that he wants have a talk with you after you feel better. “ Messi sadly said. Right after those words came out of his mouth a fear came into my head that …............. maybe my team didn’t believe me.

                              Chapter Five
  I lied there wondering what would happen to me, would I be fired from the team or possibly suspended. Well I did have a tiny bit of suspicion about Mike having something to do with this. Okay, I have a huge suspicion that Mike has something to do with this. But I can’t prove, even if I try prove it I might not even have enough time. The doctor said I had minor burns which was an other piece of evidence against me, and my throat was dry she said I would be fine in about three days. The rest of the three days I watched T.V. and slept. I was as bored as a boy in an empty room with black wall that looked like a black hole.

                              Chapter Six
  “Can Leonardo Futol please come to the managers office immediately” Now it was time to defend myself.The speed I was walking in a sloth could have walked faster. Well to get you in on some information I was just realized from the injury room an hour ago so I was barely getting anything done and know I am being called to get fired by the Barcelona manger, what a day. As I stepped in to the office I felt like I was kid getting called to principal's office and not knowing why, in this I knew why.”Have a seat Leonardo” Tom Mangle said in a bitter voice. “ Okay Leo lets get straight to the point because I don’t have much time, I called you here today to discuss the very serious incident that took place the other day.” I’d never seen Tom talk with such a tone in his voice, now there is no chance I not going to be punished in a harsh way.”As you must have heard, all the proof in this case is against you, but we don’t total proof that you did this so we can’t send you to jail.” “But, I have no other choice than to fire you.” I couldn’t believe what I had just heard, I felt like crying for rest of my life. "Well I decided to give you a month to pack your stuff, arrange a flight, and pack your stuff." As I walked out of the manager's I felt mixed emotions I felt miserable in the way that I was being fired for nothing and I felt angry in the way that I did not get a chance to speak. Well now I know what to do with this month............ I am going to have to solve this mystery by self.

                           Chapter Seven
  As I was heading back to my room I decided to stop and take a look at the crime scene where I was found. It was blocked with caution tape all around. Plus, there was nothing that could help me, all there was some burned money scraps and cop equipment.”Hey what are you doing here!” I turned around saw a cop in a clean light blue uniform and a dark blue hat.”What a minute aren’t the man found at the crime scene.” “Yeah I’m Leo. “ ”Hey” he said as I started to walk away feeling like a fail. “Kid, did you really try to rob this vault.” asked the cop in an unusual voice, it kind of sounded like he knew something else.“No, wait what” I said in a confused voice. “Wait, I didn’t try to rob the vault, someone put me in there. Some guy put me unconscious,” Do you know something about this?” “Actually, I was the first officer at the crime scene. But, when I got here you were laying on the floor and some figure was getting smaller and smaller as if it was running away, it was smoky so I didn’t really get a good view.”The officer said in a stern voice. “Does anyone else know about this” I asked with even more suspicion on Mike in my head. “No, because there was no pure proof that any one else was there.” he replied to my question. “Thanks, I going to find out who did this to me and why!” Then I turned around and then turned around again because I had turned the wrong way, and walked out.
                                 Chapter Eight
  That night I fell a sleep feeling better than I did after the conversation. I was progressing in proving my self right. Then I started thinking about the soccer game I was going to have the next day, as I drifted off into the world of dreams. “Beep Beep aaaa Beep Beep” I slapped as hard as I would kick a soccer ball, while I was half asleep. I sat up and remembered what was going on with me. after I took a bath I put on my red and blue striped jersey with FUTOL and the number 11 printed clearly on the back. I went and met the team at the locker room. when I stepped in everyone fell silent Starred for a couple of seconds and went back to what ever they were doing. I went to my locker next to Messi’s who started to nod his head at wit the why-would-you-do-that-face and walked away. Then I had a feeling that I was going have a hard time even getting to play for a few minutes, because of the incident. As our team waited in hall that lead to our home field, we heard roaring their favorite players names as if they about to die. Then the commentator came on the microphone and most of the noise just disappeared.” As you all know today’s match up is RRRReal MMadrid vs. BBBarcelona” And the started cheering again this time even louder. We walked on to the field, the first player the audience saw was our outstanding goalie, Valdes. The crowded yelled so much through out all the game, it always seems as if The audience never gets tired. When we  singing the national anthem I couldn’t I get my mind off the incident.

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