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Under the watchful gaze of the crowd, Hiro advanced.

Before ascending the stairs, he glanced at the shimmering award before him. The Golden Ball gleamed like a sun waiting to be claimed.

Then came the stairs.

For some reason, as he began to ascend the stairs, he felt as if every step sounded louder than it should. He could hear the chants, the murmurs, the stunned disbelief of the crowd.

The world around him had come alive.

Despite that, the moment felt so distant.

Nonetheless, he advanced to the stage. The host greeted him with a smile, raising his hand for a handshake, “Congratulations, Hiro. You deserve it.”

Hiro shook his hands as he thanked him, “Thank you, sir.”

Then the host handed him the award before turning to the crowd and announcing in a commanding tone, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the best player of this season, your winner of the Golden Ball. The youngest winner to ever lift this award…”

Hundreds of gazes converged on Hiro, their eyes filled with all sorts of emotions. For a moment, time seemed to have stopped.

Hiro stood at the center of the crowd, holding the glistening award in his hand.

“Takahashi Hiro!”

Just as the host finished his sentence, the auditorium erupted in a thunderous round of applause. The crowd erupted, cheering him on.

Hiro stood at the center of the stage, the spotlight fixed on him. He glanced ahead, the world before shimmering in dazzling lights.

He felt like he had achieved something grand.

He felt his heart swelling with pride, his eyes glistening.

The scene before him was something out of this world. Though he had dreamed of this moment before, he hadn’t expected to be here so soon.

The dream had come true.

Yet, now that he was living the dream, he found himself stunned. How was he supposed to react? Didn’t he practice it before?

He thought of reacting, but he couldn’t bring himself to react. In this moment, he found himself unable to remember the thing he had practiced before.

For a split second, he panicked.

Then again, he glanced at his teammate standing in the front row, cheering him on. Despite the loss, he wasn’t sulking. Instead, he appeared more excited than he was.

Diego, who had believed him, he too had a bright smile plastered on his face.

Seeing their cheerful face, he felt relieved. He exhaled before raising the award high above his head.

The audience who had been seated stood from their seat, applauding him.

Hiro soaked in the moment, engraving the moment in his heart.

For a fleeting moment, he felt the weight of not just the award but an entire continent’s dream. He began to have flashbacks of the time he spent with the Youth team. The memories he had made with the ones back home.

He remembered their elated faces.

Before long, he found himself smiling.

This moment here wasn’t just a moment for him. But this moment was special for those millions watching him at home, the thousands in the stadiums he had played in, and children kicking balls in the narrow streets of Asia.

Tears welled in his eyes, but he quickly blinked them away. This wasn’t the time to break down. The world was watching.

“Now, let us hear what our winner has to say about this achievement.” The host said.

Hiro stepped forward to the lectern, the Golden Ball gleaming like a piece of sun beside him. His voice trembled slightly as he began.

“Winning this award… feels like I’m dreaming. And maybe I am,” he said, pausing as a ripple of laughter broke the tension. “But if it is a dream, then it’s one I’ve been chasing my entire life. To be standing here, as the youngest and the first from Asia, means more than I can put into words.”

The crowd leaned forward, their lips shut, and their eyes glued on him. They could feel the sincerity dripping in every syllable.

Hiro hadn’t prepared a speech. But for some reason, words flowed like a waterfall— natural and unrestrained.

“This award… it doesn’t belong to me alone. It belongs to every teammate who believed in me, every coach who pushed me, and every fan who cheered for me even when I stumbled. It belongs to my parents, who sacrificed everything so I could follow this dream. And to every young player back home… this is proof.” Hiro glanced at the award, pausing for a moment before continuing, “Proof that it doesn’t matter where you’re from, what language you speak, or how small your beginnings are. If you fight, if you dream, it’s possible.”

The hall, which had been buzzing seconds ago, now fell into a respectful silence. For some reason, the crowd could relate to him.

Just like he said, anyone who can dream and put effort into their dream can make their dream real.

The living proof was right before their eyes.

Previously, what was thought to be near impossible, Hiro had made it real.

His words were striking deeper than he realized.

Though the event had yet to be concluded, some were already imagining the impacts this would bring on the world of football.

With this, there would be a tremendous rise in football across the world. The once traditional belief that Football wasn’t meant for Asians would see a drastic change as well.

‘You really are one of a kind, Takahashi Hiro,’ Elias adjusted his sunglasses, smirking.

Being one of the famous reporters, he was also present at this event. He also had voted for Hiro. But even he hadn’t expected him to win the ultimate award.

The reaction of the crowd was appealing to him, and Hiro felt relieved seeing their reaction.

He grinned before concluding his speech, “Thank you for believing in me…” Something sparked in his eyes as he continued. “I promise, this is just the beginning.”

With that, Hiro withdrew from the lectern, raising the award once again.

The hall gave way to unrelenting applause. However, this time, it wasn’t chaotic disbelief. But it was acceptance. Recognition.

A new chapter in football history had been written, and Hiro was its author.