The Greatest of All Time

Chapter 5 - Travelling to Lubumbashi

[I'd turn into a soccer divine beast, maybe even another Mighty Steel Leg.]

The changes in his game-intelligence were beyond his expectations.

Zachary understood that highly rated game-intelligence indicated his ability to make smart decisions on the pitch and make them quickly.

An intelligent player always had good spatial awareness and was able to see spaces clearly across the entire soccer-pitch and utilize them to his advantage.

That was why coaches referred to spatial awareness as the sixth sense of a soccer player. A player with a sixth sense would remain aware of where his teammates were and anticipate where they would be just by looking at the positioning of the other team.

The skill was not inborn but developed through experience. This was the same for the tactical-knowledge and risk-assessment skills also under the game-intelligence category.

However, the G.O.A.T-system could improve the whole three skills just by implanting obscure soccer knowledge and experiences in his head. Zachary was both mystified and filled with joy.

'With the system, I could become one of the best.' He thought.

He now had to work extra hard towards leveling-up the Zinedine-Visual-Juju. It was a skill that might soon raise his talent above the B grade. Although his talent-assessment had not yet improved from the C grading, he was sure that he might level it up once again before the trials.

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A month later, as the day dawned crisp and clear, Zachary rode a minibus over the earth, his eyes on the trees that grew in their infinite patience. He felt the movement of the wheels over the bumpy road, following the curves and greeting each slope in its smooth way.

Zachary had woken up long before dawn to catch the first public transport from Bukavu to Uvira that day. He had said his goodbyes to his grandma last night and departed from the farm before she woke. He was on his way to Lubumbashi City, not to partake in the new school term (like he had told his grandma) but to join the ADTA's soccer trials for this year.

The trials happened once every year in July and August.

At these trials, there were always scouts from the local clubs like TP Mazembe, RC Kinshasha, Lubumbashi Sport, and others in the Linafoot - the top-tier soccer league in the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

Zachary could have chosen to undergo some other soccer trials at his hometown's local team - Olympic Club Muungano back in Bukavu and might have been successful. But he would then miss out on an opportunity to perform in front of the scouts from the French academies.

His goal was not to join the local soccer-clubs, but the high-performance sports academies in Europe.

He understood the importance of joining a good youth training program at an early age if one wanted to make it to the top of the soccer industry as a pro-player. The academies in France were famous for nurturing professional players using cutting-edge technology and methodologies. Students at these academies would train all year round with coaches who were highly experienced in training and developing amateurs into professional players.

Zachary needed to join such academies if he wanted to have a chance at becoming a renowned player. There, he could earn world-class education, develop his ball technique, and gain access and connections to professional coaches all around the world.

In such an academy, Zachary would not have to worry about a shortage of sports equipment like balls and soccer-boots like in his previous life. He would not miss a wink of sleep or training due to an empty stomach. Above all, he would not have to worry about his security while developing his career. There were no rebels and militia groups in Europe to disturb and interrupt his progress.

Zachary was very determined and highly motivated to win a scholarship to one of the academies. The only way he knew how in the short term was through joining the trial in Lubumbashi.

So, he had even decided to miss the first month of school (without his grandma's knowledge) and instead opted to attend the soccer-trials. If he could earn ￡ 150,000 a week, like the professional players in the EPL, he would study at the best Universities in the world later in life instead of wasting away in Congo.

The minibus to Uvira was anything but luxury, the seats dulled by the grime of over a decade. The metallic seats and windows shook with every small bump in the bumpy road, jostling the passengers back and forth.

As the world slid by the window, there were occasional small movements from amongst the passengers. Zachary could see some of them shifting in their seats and also hear a little cough accompanied by a mild 'excuse me'. Whenever the minibus passed by some of the smaller towns, the brakes would at times squeak before everyone lurched forward as the vehicle came to a stop. Amid the gasps of the passengers, a few locally dressed men and women would stream into the minibus after briefly bargaining with the conductor, and others would exit after paying the fare.

Zachary soon got tired of the scenery and dozed off. He awoke six hours later as the minibus pulled into the station in Uvira. He followed the other passengers and alighted from the minibus with his metallic suitcase in tow.

He headed to the ticket booking office of the ferry and learned that it was leaving the next day.

Zachary slept the night in a small motel in Uvira (thanks to his ample savings) and departed with the ferry to Kalemie the next morning. He then hired a motorbike from Kalemie to Mulungo and spent two days on the road, traveling close to 300 miles southwards. After that, he alternated between a bus and a motorbike as he traveled through bumpy roads, some glistening with recent rain and others treacherous with portholes.

Zachary was not depressed about the long journey but was brimming with happiness and anticipation the further south he moved. He was slowly but surely inching towards the city where he would begin his journey towards greatness.

He traveled more than 1000 miles and arrived in Lubumbashi six days after leaving Bukavu. Lubumbashi was the second-largest city in DR Congo, located in the southeasternmost part, along the border with Zambia. It was a city that held a lot of Zachary's painful memories. It was where he had begun and prematurely ended his pro-soccer career in his previous life.

With luggage in hand, Zachary looked for a motel to spend the night and chose to think about everything else the next day. The week-long journey had tired him out.