[Football] I Can Use Magic

Once upon a time, in Funchal on the Portuguese island of Madeira, there was a little curly-haired elf. He ran happily through the streets with a soccer ball at his feet. Everyone said his feet were magical. He could pull off all sorts of fancy dribbles and feints, and he could always kick the ball into the other team's goal.

Then one day, an owl flew in, and the little curly-haired boy disappeared.

The Aveiro family said little Cris had gone far away to study, to learn some amazing skill they didn't know anything about. They heard it was magic.

Seven years later, an eighteen-year-old Portuguese boy with curly hair appeared at Manchester United. With a wand tucked into his pocket, he proudly puffed out his chest and said:

I've already conquered the wizarding World Cup and the Ballon d'Or. Now I'm coming back to conquer the soccer World Cup and the Ballon d'Or!

Cristiano had a secret.

He was actually a wizard.

He had spent seven years at magic school, defeating the evil necromancer with his friends, competing in the wizarding World Cup, and becoming the youngest-ever winner of the Flying Soccer World Cup and the Ballon d'Or. He was the wizarding world's savior, as well as the idol and darling of countless wizard soccer fans.

But Cristiano knew that soccer was what he had always longed for. So after graduating from magic school, he resolutely returned to the ordinary soccer league at eighteen, starting as a substitute and working step by step toward his goal.

Except...

You wizards in the stands who came to watch him play! Don't set off magical fireworks in front of ordinary people! And when he scores, don't get so excited that you brag to everyone about how you saw him cry like a baby on a flying broomstick when he was little! And don't sell magical player cards that move!

Besides, he would never use dark magic on the referee, the opposing defenders, or the goalkeeper. Never!

But... after an injury, having a potion that helps him recover quickly shouldn't count as cheating, right?

And giving his injury-plagued good friend a few potions shouldn't count as cheating either, right?

Kaka, holding a bottle of strange-smelling drink: ?

From then on, soccer had a new legend. His name was Cristiano. He was Portugal's immortal god, Old Trafford's favorite, the undefeated king of the Bernabeu, and a bane to the monsters lurking in the darkness.

Sir Alex Ferguson: He's my treasure, forever off the market at Old Trafford.

Jose Mourinho: There's always a rumor that Cristiano drinks some kind of magic potion to score so many goals. Let those jealous rumors go to hell. His very existence is magic.

Ricardo Quaresma: Cristiano may not have been born in a golden cradle, but he won the golden cup for his country.

Gianluigi Buffon: Every goalkeeper wishes Cristiano would come play on their side.

Kaka: I won't attribute Cristiano's achievements to magic. Everything he's earned comes from his heart of gold.

Wherever he went, he would use his magical legs to break through the opposing team's defense and score, seizing victory without end.

[Reader's Note]:

Because of copyright issues, this is a fictional magical world. Soccer in the wizarding world is played on flying broomsticks.

A lighthearted, feel-good power fantasy with everyone doting on the protagonist. Career-focused, satisfying and exhilarating!

Main character: Cristiano Ronaldo

Core theme: Though the butterfly eventually flies across the sea, the young man I love will live forever in my writing.