Striker of The Gods

In his third week of vacation, he takes a trip to Turin, Italy. On his way to La Vecchia Signora, La Fidanzata d’Italia. He finds Harry Kane visiting a pizzeria. Intrigued, he approaches the table where Kane sits, enjoying a slice of authentic Margherita. After a brief chat about football and Italian cuisine, they decide to share a meal, exchanging stories of their experiences on and off the pitch.

“Salve, Kane. Mio amico arabiato della Germania. Dimi que cosa fai qui. Allora, no mi fa male,” says Caos while getting out of the headlock that Harry Kane just performed on him, unleashing his wrath on him. Kane chuckles, raising an eyebrow at Caos’s playful defiance. “Just trying to keep you on your toes, my friend,” he replies with a grin before gesturing to the waiter for another round of drinks. As they continue their banter, the atmosphere around them buzzes with laughter and camaraderie, a perfect blend of sport and friendship.

“Non vale la pena. Tutto va bene, Caos. E la mia sposa Katie,” says Kane, in a black suit adorned with golden roses, pointing at his wife. Katie beams at the compliment, her laughter mingling with the lively chatter of the crowd. ”You know how to charm a room, Kane,” she replies, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she raises her glass in a toast to love and friendship.

“Piacere di consceriti, Signor Caos. Sono Kate. Io sono la bella sposa di Kane. Sei un grande del calcio,” says Kate while shaking Caos’s hand.

“Anche me. Bellissima sposa di Kane. Che cosa fai tu qui con il tuo sposo?” says Caos, wondering what they would be doing here.

“È una lunga vacanza in Italia per nostro amore e tranquillità… Et tu?” says Kane, kissing his wife. “Ah, anch’io sono qui per godermi la dolce vita,” Caos replies with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “La bellezza di questo paese è solo pari alla sua cucina, e non posso resistere a un buon piatto di pasta.”

“D’accordo. Buon tempo per partire. Salve,” says Chaos, blowing a kiss at Kate while running away from that place, enraging Harry Kane. Kane shook his head in disbelief, torn between laughter and frustration at his friend’s antics. “I swear, one of these days, I’ll get him back for this,” he muttered, turning to Kate with a smile. “But for now, let’s enjoy the sunset and the feast that awaits us.”

Having 50 km left to arrive at the stadium, he grabs his Nike Pitch, dribbling with it at 50 kmph. As he navigated the streets, the adrenaline surged through him, pushing him to focus on the game ahead. With each stride, he visualized the crowd, the roar of the fans, and the thrill of the match, determined to leave everything on the field.

Some people were wondering why someone would be so crazy to have a football pass through the streets of Turin, taking into consideration calling the police. Yet, he felt an exhilarating sense of freedom, as if the city was his personal stadium. The ball danced effortlessly at his feet, and he relished the challenge, knowing that every moment counted in his quest to master the art of street soccer.

Arriving at the stadium, he looks at the majesty of the stadium, depicting the grandeur of its architecture. The anticipation built within him as he approached the entrance, feeling the energy radiate from the sun and the sky. He took a deep breath, ready to transform that energy into a powerful performance that would be remembered long after this meeting with the players of La Findanzata d’Italia.

As he approached the gates of the stadium, his hand still brushing the Nike Pitch at his feet, Caos looked up—

“Let’s see if the Italian legends still remember how to dance,” he whispered, smirking.

The doors opened.

To be continued…