GEM TALENT

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As the long, quiet days slowly and painfully passed by like a very slow ticking clock, William was left completely and deeply frustrated inside his young heart, specifically because absolutely no one actually came for him in the highly busy transfer market.

He spent every single day constantly staring at the bright screen of his mobile phone, desperately hoping for a positive message, but the highly painful and cruel reality was that no one currently believes in him or his magical talent anymore.

The rich, powerful club directors had closely watched his recent, highly confusing actions, and they strongly felt that he will absolutely not be at his very best ever again, simply because he had briefly walked away from the beautiful sport.

Because he had suddenly quit to become a chemist and then quickly returned, the strict and highly unforgiving football world heavily judged his young character, which sadly meant that all the interested teams suddenly backed away from making a real, legal deal.

This heavy, constant rejection made him feel a deep, burning sadness inside his tired chest, and even though he was training very hard every single morning to perfectly maintain his strong fitness, the cruel silence from the outside world felt exactly like a massive, crushing rock pressing down heavily on his broad shoulders.

He deeply wanted to magically turn back the hands of time and fix his big mistake, but he knew perfectly well that he just had to face the harsh consequences of his bold actions, so he patiently swallowed his bright pride and continued to wait for a total miracle.

He knew that fixing his destroyed reputation would definitely take a lot of precious time, but the heavy waiting was slowly driving him completely crazy, and he constantly prayed for just one tiny spark of good luck to properly restart his professional life.

The highly anticipated new football season had officially started with a massive, exciting bang across the entire country, and most of the big, wealthy clubs has already carefully signed the absolute best players they strongly thought will be perfectly good for their team's grand success.

Because the massive, highly expensive transfer market was already heavily finalized for the rich, top-tier teams, William is still deeply stuck in a completely separate, lonely fitness training program with Chelsea at the quiet Cobham facility.

He had to run on a small, empty grass pitch totally alone every single day, completely separated from the laughing, happy first-team players, and this painful isolation made his young heart ache with pure sadness.

As time goes by so incredibly fast and the busy calendar flipped to a brand new page, William was still deeply and passionately hoping that just one good club will magically come for him, and he firmly promised his own soul that any club that wants him right now, he would gladly and happily go to them without complaining about the money.

So far he just desperately wants to quickly revive his sleeping, highly magical career and run freely on the green grass again, but sadly, absolutely no club came for him with a real, signed contract.

The few teams that actually showed a tiny bit of initial interest would only assess him briefly from a distance, checking his physical records and his background, and then they would quickly decide not to proceed with the legal deal because they were simply too scared to take a heavy financial risk on his young shoulders.

As he sat completely alone in the quiet gym after a very hard workout, he could clearly and vividly remember the wonderful, glorious time just a few months ago that three massive, big clubs in the championship were aggressively fighting and heavily bidding for his magical signature, but right now, sadly, no one wanted him at all.

The massive contrast between his glorious, highly celebrated past and his totally rejected, highly lonely present was incredibly difficult to properly process, and it taught him a very harsh, unforgettable lesson about how incredibly fast the beautiful game can completely forget a fallen star.

The highly competitive new season had officially started in early September with loudly cheering stadiums and brightly colored jerseys, and William heavily and sadly realized that he hasn't found any new club yet, and the highly busy transfer window will officially close completely in the next two short days.

The heavy, ticking clock was rapidly running out of precious time, and during this highly stressful, deeply worrying weekend, Chelsea's very first game of the brand new season was a massive, highly exciting home match with Newcastle at the giant Stamford Bridge stadium.

The famous Chelsea players played so incredibly well on the bright green pitch, flawlessly executing their sharp passes and rapid counter-attacks, and they beautifully won the thrilling match with a massive, highly impressive 3-0 scoreline against the tough enemy team.

Because William desperately missed the beautiful game so much, he bravely attended the thrilling match in the giant, noisy stadium so he could feel the loud, exciting atmosphere once again, but his heart broke into tiny pieces because he was treated exactly like a total, unknown stranger.

He absolutely wasn't recognized as a real, professional Chelsea player by the strict club officials or the loudly cheering fans, and he was completely ignored by the busy security guards who forced him to sit in the regular, crowded stands instead of the special, luxurious VIP player section.

This highly unfair, totally cold treatment from his own parent club made William want to cry heavy, bitter tears of pure rejection, but he bravely held it strictly in the stadium so that absolutely no one would see his deep, hidden pain or easily mock his falling career.

He tightly gripped the edge of his plastic stadium seat, quietly watching his current club players happily celebrate their wonderful, glorious goals, and he deeply promised his own soul that he would eventually bounce back and beautifully conquer the sporting world once again.

Meanwhile, on that exact same busy, highly action-packed weekend, his highly beloved former team, Blackpool, proudly played their very first Premier League match against a very strong, highly tactical Brighton team, and sadly, they completely lost the difficult game with a painful, heavily disappointing 2-0 score.

William carefully watched the long, detailed match highlights on his mobile phone when he got back to his quiet apartment, and he clearly saw that his old teammates struggled played so well in the midfield, but the Blackpool attack and defense looked highly disorganized and completely lost, and they lost the crucial game probably because they are completely new to the highly demanding, super-fast Premier League, and they deeply lacked a calm, highly creative goalscorer to smoothly shoot in the match.

Seeing his highly beloved friends and loyal teammates lose their very first big match made him feel even more desperate to quickly join them and magically save their heavily struggling midfield, but he knew perfectly well that he had absolutely no legal power to force a transfer, so he just had to wait patiently for a total miracle.

He strongly wished he could just magically put on his old, bright green jersey and boldly step onto the pitch to perfectly deliver his trademark, splitting through balls, but his current, harsh reality firmly kept him locked away inside his lonely, quiet living room.

Finally, the highly stressful, incredibly tense last day of the transfer window arrived, bringing a massive, dark cloud of deep suspense over William's entire young life, and William has already heavily and carefully prepared a humble Plan B in his busy mind incase absolutely no team actually come for him before the midnight deadline.

He looked deeply at himself in the shiny bathroom mirror, and he bravely told himself that if his beautiful, lifelong football dream officially died today, he would absolutely not give up on living a good life, so probably he will be cleaning dirty floors and working heavily as a simple janitor until he successfully gets a proper, high-paying job in the future.

He was totally ready to completely swallow his bright pride and do basic, hard manual labor to properly survive, because he strongly refused to be a completely useless burden to his caring family or his loyal friends.

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That early morning was so incredibly cool, deeply peaceful, and slightly foggy outside his quiet window, and he was sitting completely alone in the quiet sitting room, deeply trapped in his own heavy, swirling thoughts, when the absolute silence was suddenly broken.

He was just silently staring at the blank television screen and drinking a warm cup of sweet tea, when he suddenly received a loud, sharply ringing phone call directly from his smart, highly hardworking Agent, Leon.

William's heart instantly jumped high into his throat, and his hands were shaking completely uncontrollably as he slowly reached out to pick up the glowing device, heavily wondering if this specific phone call would beautifully save his dying career or officially mark the sad, permanent end of his legendary football journey.