[Football] The Young Master Is a Bit of a Fool

Who on earth is this guy, whose mere words, "Don't sympathize with capitalists. Be your own master," made the national-treasure tortoiseshell at Versailles crack on the spot???

From the start at Saint Potter, Barty went on to deliver a string of crushing victories and disasters for the giants of football. The little kid with the mop of hair, once accused of not being good enough to start, gradually became a rebellious, all-around warrior whom countless fans doted on to an absurd degree.

He is not only the Lucifer who fascinates and terrifies countless managers at top clubs,

but also the star marksman who followed Thomas Muller, the opener of many a historic rout.

Breaking records in five minutes and stunning the crowd, he showed the world what the highest price tag in football looks like!

"VENI.VIDI.VICI"

At such a young age, he racks up honors so quickly that the star players at other clubs want to stomp the grass on their own pitches flat.

At the sight of it all, a certain kid flashes his trademark little tiger teeth and grins. "Wow, the Ballon d'Or! Hmm... is it made of pure gold?"

■ A football king, a football-world Mary Sue. The author is a casual fan, so read at your own risk.

■ A slow-burn romance. The second protagonist won't appear much at first.

■ Not mutually chaste. They each have a past, says the crown prince of Bayern Palace. (Hehe.)

■ Some matches and results differ from reality for the sake of the plot. If that's a dealbreaker, read at your own risk.

■ A football-world beauty whose eyes match little Chiyo's.

■ Face claim: Jim Ross Stuart.

■ Paternity-test results: pure Germanic blond heartthrob, German-French nationality.

■ "Without you, there is no place to belong"

Theme: "Perhaps all I ever hoped for was to defy time"