The December air crackled with festive energy as Ethan Cole jogged through Leicester's twinkling city center on December 16, 2011, his breath visible in the chilly dusk. Holiday lights draped the streets, and shoppers bustled with bags, their chatter mixing with a busker's guitar strumming "Jingle Bells." Ethan's number 17 Leicester City scarf bounced as he weaved past a Christmas market, the scent of mulled wine sparking a grin. The winter break had him buzzing—tomorrow's Championship match against Portsmouth was a chance to shine, but tonight, Mia Hart was waiting. The Football System hummed, its sarcasm light: **Jogging through a winter wonderland? Don't trip over tinsel, champ.**
Ethan's pulse quickened at the thought of Mia. Their date tonight, at her flat, was more than casual—it was the night he'd lose his virginity, a milestone burning in his mind. The city's festive glow mirrored his excitement, a blend of warmth and fire driving him toward her door.
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At Mia's flat, the mood was electric. Candles flickered, casting soft shadows, and a slow R&B track pulsed from her speakers. Mia greeted him in a silk red dress, her pink hair cascading, her eyes smoldering with intent. "My superstar's here 🌟," she purred, pulling him into a kiss that ignited like a spark on gasoline. The door clicked shut, and the world vanished.
Their lips crashed, hungry and urgent, Mia's hands sliding under Ethan's shirt, nails grazing his skin. He lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist, the silk dress riding up as he carried her to the couch. "You're trouble," Ethan growled, his Ronaldo template's charm amplifying his confidence. Mia's laugh was sultry, her fingers tugging his hair. "Good trouble," she whispered, biting his lip.
Clothes fell in a fevered rush—his shirt, her dress, a trail of fabric marking their path to the bedroom. Mia pushed him onto the bed, straddling him, her skin glowing in the candlelight. Her hands explored, teasing, as Ethan's grip tightened on her hips, every touch a jolt of heat. "You ready, champ?" she murmured, her breath hot against his ear. Ethan's nod was desperate, his body aching with need.
The moment was raw, intense. Mia guided him, their bodies finding a rhythm, slow then frantic, gasps and moans filling the air. Ethan's hands roamed her curves, her nails digging into his back as they moved together, a dance of passion and surrender. The world narrowed to her eyes, her scent, the electric pulse between them. Climax hit like a tidal wave, leaving them breathless, tangled in sheets, hearts racing.
As they lay there, Mia traced his jaw, smirking. "Not bad for your first time, superstar 😏." Ethan chuckled, kissing her deeply. "You're my MVP 💪." The system quipped: **Bloody hell, that was a show. Don't skip training for round two, mate.**
Mia curled against him, her voice soft. "Kill it against Portsmouth, Ethan. I'll be cheering 📺😉." Ethan grinned, the night's fire fueling him for tomorrow's match.
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The next day, Ethan stood in the tunnel of Fratton Park, Portsmouth's stadium, the roar of 15,000 fans pulsing through the walls. The system updated, its tone focused:
**Football System Update**
- **Template**: SSS-Class Striker Template (Cristiano Ronaldo, Sporting Lisbon 2002–03 Stage)
- Speed: 97/100 (*Lightning quick.*)
- Dribbling: 101/100 (*God-tier flair.*)
- Finishing: 98/100 (*Lethal sniper.*)
- Vision: 91/100 (*Playmaker sharp.*)
- Stamina: 100/100 (*Unstoppable machine.*)
- Assimilation Progress: 90% (*Ronaldo's fire burns bright.*)
- **Task**: Score in the Portsmouth match to lock Premier League interest.
- **Reward**: Unlock Lisbon Surge II milestone (Speed +3).
- **Advisory**: Use a shop item and Lisbon's blitz to crush Portsmouth's defense. Slack off, and you're their meme.
- **Penalty**: Attribute deductions only for match losses or training slacking.
- **Points**: 86 (*Ready to spend, champ.*)
Ethan adjusted his number 17 jersey, feeling the surge of a **Vision Booster** he'd bought for 25 points: **Vision Booster active: Vision +10 for Portsmouth (*See plays like a hawk.*).
Leicester's 2011–12 Championship season was a pressure cooker, with Ethan's Crystal Palace brace (Chapter 29) keeping fans buzzing. The Premier League spotlight—Manchester United, Liverpool, and Chelsea scouts here today—demanded a statement.
The tunnel buzzed, Leicester's blue kits gleaming beside Portsmouth's blue. Danny Drinkwater nudged Ethan. "Portsmouth's desperate, Cole. Smash 'em, and those scouts'll be begging." Ethan nodded, locked in.
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The match kicked off under Fratton Park's floodlights, Portsmouth's defense scrambling. Ethan's boosted vision carved through gaps. In the 8th minute, he darted past a defender, received a pass from Gallagher, and fired a shot that hit the post. The crowd roared, and the system noted: **Match Impact +10 (*Keep hammering.*).**
Portsmouth scored in the 15th minute, a fluke shot slipping past Schmeichel. The system warned: **Down 1–0. Don't lose, or you're kissing stats goodbye.** Ethan pushed harder. In the 20th minute, Nugent crossed. Ethan outjumped a defender, his header flying into the net.
**Goal! Lisbon Surge II Progress: 25%. Match Impact +20% (*One down.*).**
In the 35th minute, Ethan struck again, weaving through three defenders with Ronaldo's flair and rifling a shot past the keeper. Leicester fans erupted.
**Goal! Lisbon Surge II Progress: 50%. Match Impact +30% (*Keep piling on.*).**
Halftime came at 2–1, Nigel Pearson nodding. "You're killing it, Cole." The second half was a rout. In the 60th minute, Ethan scored his third, a curling shot after a solo run. In the 80th minute, he laid off an assist to Nugent, who buried it, and in the 88th minute, Ethan slotted a fourth goal, sealing a 5–1 thrashing.
**Hat-Trick! Assist! Task Complete: Score in Portsmouth match. Reward: Lisbon Surge II Unlocked. Speed: 100/100. Side Quest (Hat-Trick) Complete: Reward – One-Use Skill Card: Messi's La Croqueta (*Shift like Leo, one-time only.*).**
Ethan's four goals and assist earned him man of the match, fans chanting his name. A staffer whispered: "United's talking big money. Liverpool and Chelsea are in deep." The system quipped: **You're a bloody goldmine, mate.**
The system glowed: **Points Earned: 75 (25 for win, 50 for four goals/assist). New Task: Score in the next match to lock Premier League interest. Reward: Lisbon Vision III milestone (Vision +3).**
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**Championship League Table (Top 10, December 17, 2011)**
1. **Southampton**: 37 points, GD +18
2. **West Ham United**: 35 points, GD +15
3. **Leicester City**: 34 points, GD +14
4. **Cardiff City**: 32 points, GD +10
5. **Middlesbrough**: 31 points, GD +8
6. **Birmingham City**: 30 points, GD +6
7. **Crystal Palace**: 29 points, GD +4
8. **Hull City**: 28 points, GD +2
9. **Reading**: 27 points, GD +3
10. **Brighton & Hove Albion**: 26 points, GD +1
*Note: After 22 matches, Leicester's surge reflects Ethan's impact.*
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Post-match, Ethan crashed at his flat, scrolling Instagram. His follower count hit 70,000, fans hyping his Portsmouth haul. He posted a match clip, captioned: *Portsmouth pounded, let's keep climbing 🦁⚽ #LeicesterLad*. Fans commented: *You're our king, Cole! 🌟* Ethan replied: *Cheers, fam! More to come 😏🔥*. Mia commented: *My champ's a legend! Last night was 🔥😘*. He replied: *You're my spark, #1 😎💕*. He swiped to Hollywood gossip: "Adele's Album Breaks Records 🎵😱" and "Brad Pitt's New Film Hype 🎬👀." The system stayed quiet.
The Premier League buzz had skeptics. A teammate forwarded a tweet: *Cole's a machine, but can he handle United's stage? #LCFC*. The system noted: **Doubters are circling. Next match is Ipswich—they're hungry. Score, or they'll talk.**
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The next morning, Ethan hit the park, the system's new drill pushing his Ronaldo template:
**Lisbon Vision III Drill: Complete 250 passes under pressure with 95% accuracy. Reward: Vision +3 (*Ronaldo saw it all.*).**
He pinged balls past local kids, his flair sharp. By the 240th pass, he was a maestro, the system updating: **Drill Progress: 95% (*Vision's elite.*).**
At training, Drinkwater said: "Ipswich wants revenge, Cole. They'll target you. Scouts are coming—United, Liverpool, Chelsea." The system warned: **Spotlight's blazing. Ipswich is a trap. Win, or you'll dim it.**
Ethan scrolled Instagram post-training, liking a fan's post: *Cole to crush Ipswich! 🦁⚽* He replied: *Bet on it 😎💥*.
As Ethan stood on Leicester's frost-kissed pitch, alone after training, he spun a ball on his finger, the stadium silent. The Golden Boot, the Championship, the Premier League's call—they were his horizon. Ipswich loomed, a hungry foe, but Ethan's fire was a beacon, his name already echoing beyond the stands, a legend in the making.