"Urgent Notice: A dump truck has been spotted at Premier League grounds in recent days, leaving multiple people injured. Please watch out if you encounter it on the pitch!"
At first, everyone thought Carter was just some ordinary player with connections who'd made it into the Premier League.
[Hey, can this clueless-looking guy even play in the Premier League? He can't, you know!]
As it turned out, Carter really couldn't play, but he could use his body to run right through the Premier League's forwards.
The Premier League forwards he'd knocked out or sent flying: Is this guy made of concrete or something?!
Carter: qaq, I really didn't mean to. I've got old folks at home (my boyfriend) and little ones to feed (a cat). The whole family depends on me. I can't afford to pay compensation.
The forwards matched against Carter kept getting into accidents, and the clubs he played for kept changing managers. The little dump truck was passed from one Premier League club to another like a hot potato. In the end, he could only pack his bags sadly and get ready to go back to driving a dump truck.
Then he was picked up by a La Liga club.
Everyone thought Simeone had gone mad. This dumb little dump truck couldn't even play in the Premier League, so why send him to La Liga? The others drive supercars, and you want to compete for the title in a beat-up dump truck? Keep dreaming.
But who says a dream can't come true?
*The idea came to me after being driven crazy by the team's recent matches. If the team can't make the Champions League next season (crossed out), if they can't make the Europa League, I'll start writing this.
*The orientation tags are temporary. There will probably be a romance, but I haven't decided on the pairing yet. I'll see when I'm ready to start writing.
Theme: The harder you work, the luckier you get.
