Football: The Gold Generation!

Beliefs

"The Amar accident made me hate football. But subconsciously I trained you guys to be soccer players. Not only that, I also often watch the ball on TV and on the field. Unbeknownst to you, I still love football." Mr. Edi stroked his favorite gloves. He had hated it, but in the end he grasped it again, the old glove that had once been a peer rolled on the ground.

"I've guessed you still love football." Beloved a beautiful smile on Al's face, he was relieved and happy, What he thought about Mr. Edi still likes the ball is true, even though he was afraid, what he had, Mr. Edi would scold him and tear the glove off because it reminded him of that painful past.

"If only Amar were still alive, we might be the younger brother who plays for the national team. Honey that dream can't come true." A regret exists, still so concentrated in the heart of Mr. Edi, but still fate can not be changed, someone's death is already destined, just need to mengikhlaskan, although clearly not as easy as said.

"May I bring this glove to its destination? Since the beginning of this glove you buy to bring it to the national team, right?"

Al was serious, his gaze was full of meaning, his retina was not shaking, he was not wavering, it was not a fifteen-year-old boy's nonsense, as if there was an incredible destiny behind his eyes.

Mr. Edi was silent, he could feel something starting to rise, the spirit that made the education. Ah Pak Edi remembered, he felt de Javu. Mr. Edi, seeing his passionate figure become strong within Al, he felt familiar with that undaunted spirit.

"I..."

Instantly Mr Edi smiled seeing the determination and spirit of the child, maybe it can be trusted? Can Mr Edi leave his dream to bring the gloves to the international level? Believe in a child who is like a picture of himself? Can, right?

"Well if so just take this for you. Continue my fight with him!" Edi gave his gloves to Al. Like a king giving his throne to the Prince. Al must bring Mr. Edi's dream with these gloves.

"Ok ready! When I become the national team's goalkeeper, I'll show off these gloves to the people!" His eyes were wide open looking at Edi. Al seems ready to pursue a career with gloves given by Mr. Edi.

On that day, a day not recorded in any history, was not written in any award book. But Al will never forget that day.

The day that he, leveling up for the desire to become more powerful, his dream is no longer just to win and defeat Chandra, his view is open, he realizes, his dream is bigger.

Mr. Edi also did not know, at that time he left his gloves and dreams to monsters whose names will be known throughout the world, like the legend.

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Next day.

Not only SMA 70 is actively practicing. Wismaraja High School and Trisatya High School are also keen to train for inter-school tournaments.

Especially at Wismaraja High School. Chandra and Wilson are training their kicks.

"Weh you're a playmeker. Should have trained to give mature passes to me instead of training shooting." Wilson to Chandra.

"Whisper you Son. My Passing and Drible are already Indonesian League players. It doesn't hurt to practice shooting."

"Didn't you trust me as a goal hunter?" Ask Wilson.

Hearing that Chandra looked upset. He tried to pull Wilson's collar.

"I hit you again!."

"Yes you won. Your body is big of course I'll lose if it's against you." Chandra let go of that grasp.

"Not to trust you. But you've been held by the enemy many times. Against SMA 48 and against SMA 70 you were defeated." Added Chandra. He looks upset when he remembers last year's game.

"Yes right. I'm going to practice to improve my performance." Wilson.

"Playmeker and Striker these two positions should understand each other. If it's a volly I'm like Setter and you're like a Spiker. That's why you have to trust me I'll make you the top striker in town!" Chandra pulled out his smirk smile, a corner of a hideous smile capable of emitting a gripping aura, he was serious with his talk.

"Well, I'll trust you, buddy." They also do tos as a sign of distrust.

"Yaudah I'm going to practice shoot you see yeah Son." When Chandra was shooting. Suddenly there was a man running towards the ball.

Deshs..

Without Chandra realizing it he could resist shooting from Chandra.

"Who played ball? Come with me as a goalkeeper!" Said the young man with a height of 171 CM.

Who her? His reflexes and leaps were terrifying when his height was almost on par with mine

Inner Chandra.

"Oi who are you?" Ask Wilson to the guy.

"Oh I'm Alfian Gustiawan. I'm a new kid at this school just moved in today from Jakarta." The young man's. Apparently his name is Alfian he is a transfer student from Jakarta. His face is very handsome even he is always followed by girls in school.

"Don't use Lo I'm not Jakarta coy." Wilson looks upset with Alfian. Not with Chandra. He looks attractive in Chandra's eyes.

"Cool ... Uh, your name was Alfian, right? What if you go into our football exorcism?" Chandra offers an excul to Alfian. Of course because Alfian managed to attract Chandra's attention.

"Ekskul ball? Wowh cool I want dong." Alfian gladly accepted Chandra's offer.

"Nice... Lo is now a member of Wismaraja High School football club. Let's win the tournament together." Chandra said, he looked happy.

"The main requirement to enter exculp can not use the word lo me. Again, this is not Jakarta." Wilson was upset by Alfian's way of talking. Seen from the expression of his face.

After that Wilson left Alfian and Chandra.

"He's the captain if you don't listen to his words you'll be hit." Chandra tells Alfian not to mess with Wilson.

"Isn't he? Jeez..." But Alfian's expression was completely out of sync with the sentence he just said just now.