A few weeks later, Henry found himself boarding a flight to Europe, with Chris by his side. It had been a whirlwind since the day the scouts approached him. Invitations from clubs across the continent poured in, and after much consideration, Henry decided to visit Spain and Germany. His coach had suggested bringing someone to help navigate the overwhelming world of contracts and negotiations, and there was no one Henry trusted more than Chris.
Their first stop was Germany—Bayer Leverkusen. This was the moment Henry had been waiting for, a trial that would determine if he could break into the top tier of European football.
As soon as Henry stepped onto the lush, meticulously maintained training pitch at Leverkusen's world-class facility, there was a quiet buzz among the coaching staff and the players. The air was filled with a mix of curiosity and cautious excitement, knowing they were about to witness the skills of a much-talked-about prospect. Henry's tall, athletic frame and calm demeanour did nothing to quell the intrigue; if anything, it heightened it. They were greeted by Markus Schäfer, the club's head scout. "Welcome, Henry! We've been looking forward to this," Schäfer said with a smile, shaking his hand. "Let's get you settled in. We've got quite the day planned for you."
The club had organised a day full of drills, scrimmages, and a special trial match where Henry would play alongside some of the first-team players. As they approached the training ground, Henry felt a wave of excitement.
The initial drills were focused on ball control, agility, and precision. Henry's ability to weave through cones at lightning speed and keep the ball glued to his feet drew immediate attention. But it wasn't until the shooting drills that the coaches and players truly saw what made him special.
He lined up for his first shot, the ball at his feet, defenders positioned to close him down. With his left foot, he struck the ball with precision, sending it sailing into the top corner. The crowd of coaches watching from the sidelines exchanged surprised glances.
Then, without hesitation, he switched to his right foot. Another strike, another top-corner goal.
One of the senior players turned to his teammate and muttered, "He's got both feet. A real ambidextrous talent."
Markus Schäfer leaned toward his colleague, Jonas Muller, Bayer's assistant coach, watching in awe. "We may have the next big thing here," Schäfer said quietly, still processing what he was witnessing.
Muller, not taking his eyes off Henry, nodded in agreement. "It's not just his finishing. Look at his dribbling—like Messi in tight spaces. But he's got Ronaldo's physical strength and aerial ability. He's a complete package."
Another coach chimed in, unable to hide his excitement. "Imagine if we can refine him further. He's already got the vision and playmaking skills of Messi, but with the athleticism and versatility of Ronaldo. We could be looking at a future Ballon d'Or contender."
As the scrimmage began, Henry's brilliance became even more evident. He danced through defenders, his movement and decision-making beyond his years. A cross came in from the right wing, and Henry leapt to meet it with a powerful header, his timing perfect, sending the ball crashing into the net.
"His aerial game... He's got it all," Schäfer whispered.
The murmurs among the coaching staff grew louder.
"This kid's got Messi's dribbling," one coach whispered to another.
"And Ronaldo's physicality," replied another, wide-eyed. "Look at his aerial ability. He's got that explosiveness we rarely see."
"Unbelievable balance. He can do it all," added the assistant coach, shaking his head in disbelief. "Playmaker, finisher, athlete—he's the full package."
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The Ballad of Bitter and Sweet
FanficIn the idyllic town of Hobart, Tasmania, 17-year-old Henry Peter Henderson is the popular golden boy of Aspen Ridge Academy, celebrated for his Olympic fencing win at the age of 12 and athletic prowess in football. Beneath his charming exterior lies...