(Buenos Aires, Argentina: 1996)
"Momma, do you think I can become the greatest player in the world?" six year old Michael asked.
"I think you can be the greatest player in the world. All you have to do is just dream and make it happen" Michael's mother replied as she kissed his forehead. His mother then put his blanket up to his chest and then gave him another kiss to his forehead.
"Momma, do you I can be come like Maradona?" Michael asked as he frowned his eyebrows.
"Sí Michael" mother replied as she was at Michael's bedroom door.
"But remember, you are always you" mother replied.
"Momma, can I play for Barcelona?" Michael asked right before his mother can turn off his lights and leave his room.
"Yes Michael. You just need to work hard for it" mother replied smiling.
"Momma-"
"Good night Michael" mother cut him off.
"Good night momma" Michael said as he finally fell asleep.
(Dream)
"Aguilar! Aguilar! Aguilar!" Michael's fans yelled. Michael was in the penalty line getting ready to make a goal. He had been playing for FC Barcelona and he was captain.
Michael took one deep breath and let it out. He then started running to the ball and once he was close enough, he had hit the ball hard with his left leg and made the penalty goal.
Michael had celebrated his goal by running to the side of the field and then sliding on his knees.
(End of dream)
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Never Give Up (FC Barcelona Fanfiction)
FanfictionWhen Michael Aguilar was a boy, he dreamed of being a professional soccer player playing for Argentina and FC Barcelona. As he got older, he went through tough time. His mother worked two jobs, his father was drunk and an abuser to him. How will Mic...
