As he got in the dressing rooms with the boys, Caos was greeted by Xabi Alonso. Mbappe and Vini were playing around Caos. Valverde would try to control Vini and Mbappe. They were being childish and unberable: they did not want to behave accordingly. In this year, they had made a lot of trouble for the team.

Vini had got a new girlfriend that no one had seen: this time, no one could change it for the better. In this regard, no one could actually the greatness of the spirit that had made Vini capable of doing such a thing. This had taken the best of him. No one could see how beautiful of him. After all, he had a new hope to fight for. In these matches, the life of the new heroes was extinguished.

Mbappe had got in trouble because of his little sister going missing and no one could actually find her. They got to know about the time he had got drunk with Caos: this life had taken him to such an extent that no one could distinguish from the truth. This transformation of the Mbappes perception had got him ahead of everyone, making him better than ever… but deep inside, he lacked love and appreciation.

Xabi: Truth becomes fiction when the fiction’s true;

Real becomes not-real where the unreal’s real. You have got better than I had expected. I really appreciate you. No one could ever be like you. I really appreciate you. Life could get better. No one is like this. Life has blessed you Caos.

As he said this, he got to see new faces in the dressing room as if they had always been there.

Luis Figo: (leaning forward with a classy nod) Ah, Ronaldinho, my friend. HAHHAH! This is funny. Nothing could ever be better than this. At least, not to the extent of surprising me. After all, this has been the best of me. Have you heard about that match? The one they’re calling the greatest in the world—pure magic on the pitch. Goals like poetry, saves that defied gravity. Whoever pulled that off… they’ve etched their name in football immortality. We must congratulate them!

Ronaldinho: (laughs, flipping his shades up dramatically) Haha, Luís! You’re tellin’ me? I was watchin’ it with you. You gotta be kidding it. Nothing could be greater than that—couldn’t believe my eyes! That kid (or team, whoever it is) danced with the ball like it was samba in their veins. However, Dribbles that left defenders cryin’, a free-kick that kissed the crossbar goodbye. O cara! (claps his hands) Hey, mystery maestro—congrats on the best match ever! You made the beautiful game even more beautiful. The world’s bowin’ down! HAHAHA this guy knows what it means to play football

Luis Figo: (smiling warmly, raising his cup) Precisely what we were talking about. HAHAHAH! . It’s not just skill; it’s soul FOR THE GAME. You reminded us why we fell in love with this sport: you are the new legacy for the usage of hope and how we could actually see it in a new. As for you, this could be better than the least in life. However, this could not take it better than ever: you have that elasticity that we lack when young.  Bravo! If you’re ever in Portugal or Brazil, the tab’s on us. Keep shining—you’ve got the heart of legends and stars, breaking the void.

Caos just looked at them, saying by as he got out of the dressing room for the new training that he had to undergo.

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