Master of the game

In the 78th minute, Leon received a pass from one of his teammates and immediately set off on another attack, determined to make an impact on the game. As he approached the opposing team's defense, three defenders and two midfielders converged on him, intent on blocking his path to the goal.

But Leon was like a slippery snake, quick and agile, with a keen sense of spatial awareness. He made a faint to the right, and one of the defenders committed to the tackle, but Leon was already gone, accelerating to the left.

With a burst of speed, Leon began to dribble past the remaining defenders, his feet moving with precision and agility. He beat one defender with a quick step-over, and another with a clever feint, leaving them grasping at air.

The last defender tried to intercept, but Leon was too quick. He kicked the ball through the defender's legs, and like a bolt of lightning, he sprinted after it, his eyes fixed on the goal.

The goalkeeper came out to block the shot, but Leon was unfazed. With a calm and composed finish, he slotted the ball into the top left corner of the net, leaving the goalkeeper with no chance.

The crowd this time erupted in a frenzy of cheers and applause as Leon celebrated his second goal, his teammates rushing to congratulate him on an incredible display of skill and speed. The opposing team's players looked on in stunned silence, their faces etched with shock and admiration.

Jake and Mr. Wilson were over the moon, screaming with joy and pride. "This is incredible!" Jake shouted, his voice hoarse from cheering. Mr. Wilson just shook his head in amazement, a huge grin on his face. "The boy's a genius," he said, beaming with pride. "It's like his never been injured at all, I tell you."

Coach Thompson's face turned beet red with frustration as he stormed over to Mr. Wilson. "What is going on here?" he demanded, his voice rising in anger. "You can't just play some random player and expect to win! Take him out of the game, he's not an official member of your team!"

Mr. Wilson stood firm, a calm smile on his face. "I'm afraid that's not possible, Coach Thompson," he said, his voice even. "You're the one who agreed to let Leon play in the first place. Remember?"

Coach Thompson's expression faltered for a moment, and he looked like he was about to explode. "That was a mistake," he growled. "I didn't think he'd actually make a difference in the game."

Mr. Wilson chuckled. "Well, I think Leon's made a pretty big difference, don't you? And besides, he's a member of our community, which makes him a member of our team in my book."

Coach Thompson's face turned even redder with rage. "That's not how it works!" he shouted. "You can't just play anyone you want!"

But Mr. Wilson just shrugged. "I'm afraid it's too late to make any changes now, Coach. The game's almost over, and Leon's staying on the field."

In the 83rd minute, Leon broke through the opponent's midfield and sent a perfectly weighted through ball to his team's striker. The striker received the ball and took aim at the goal, shooting with power and precision. The goalkeeper leapt to his right, stretching out a long arm to block the shot. He managed to make contact with the ball, but instead of clearing it, he inadvertently deflected it into the air, directly towards Leon's position.

Leon, anticipating the rebound, sprinted towards the ball, his eyes fixed on the goal. As the ball descended, he jumped into the air, meeting it with a perfectly timed header. The ball sailed into the net, and the crowd erupted in cheers as Leon celebrated his third goal of the match. His teammates rushed to congratulate him, grinning from ear to ear. The scoreboard now read 3-3, and the momentum had shifted dramatically in Leon's team's favor. Coach Thompson's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he realized his team's lead was slipping away.

Mr. Wilson, on the other hand, was beaming with pride, his eyes shining with excitement. "This is incredible!" he exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. "Leon, you're a genius!"

As the clock ticked down to the 89th minute, the opposing team knew they had to act fast to regain their lead. They resorted to a high press, pushing their players forward in an all-out attack on Leon's team's goal.

The goalkeeper, however, was up to the task. He made a series of spectacular saves, denying the opposing team any scoring opportunities. As the opposing team's players tired, the goalkeeper spotted an opportunity to launch a counter-attack. He kicked the ball all the way to Leon, who was making a run down the left flank. The ball sailed through the air, and Leon jumped high, letting it hit his chest to slow down its momentum. He expertly controlled the ball, and then began to sprint towards the opposing team's goalpost.

The last two defenders of the opposing team, desperate to prevent Leon from scoring, came in with slide tackles, hoping to take him down. But Leon was too quick and too agile. He flicked the ball high, avoiding the tackles, and continued his run towards the goal. The crowd held its collective breath as Leon approached the penalty area, his eyes fixed on the goal. The opposing team's players scrambled to get back and defend, but Leon seemed unstoppable. He was a man on a mission, determined to seal the win for his team.

Leon approached the penalty area, the opposing team's goalkeeper, realizing the danger, sprinted out of his goal, determined to intercept the ball. But Leon was one step ahead. With a quick flick of his foot, he chipped the ball over the goalkeeper's outstretched body. The ball sailed over the goalkeeper and landed in the net, and the crowd erupted in a frenzy of cheers as Leon celebrated his fourth goal of the match. The scoreboard now read 3-4, and Leon's team had taken the lead.

The stadium was electric as Leon's teammates rushed to congratulate him on his winning goal. They mobbed him, hugging him and patting him on the back, as the opposing team's players slumped in defeat.

Mr. Wilson was overjoyed, hugging Jake and screaming with delight. "What a goal!" he exclaimed. "Leon, you're a genius!"

The final whistle blew, and Leon's team celebrated their stunning comeback victory. Leon had single-handedly turned the game around, scoring four goals and leading his team to a thrilling 4-3 win. As he walked off the pitch, he was met with a hero's welcome, his teammates and fans alike hailing him as a hero.

Hours later

Social media was abuzz with videos and posts about Leon's incredible performance on the field, all centered around the hashtag #Whoisno43?. Fans and soccer enthusiasts alike couldn't stop raving about his four-goal display, which led his team to a thrilling 4-3 comeback victory.

Some fans couldn't believe the level of skill Leon displayed during the match, with one user posting, "Never thought I'd see soccer like this in a random community match! Leon's skills are insane".

Others joked that Leon's goals were straight out of FIFA, with one user tweeting, "All his goals are straight up outta FIFA!"

Some users took a more nuanced view, saying Leon's performance was impressive given the context of the match, but questioning whether he'd be noticed in a top-tier league like the Premier League. "He's decent, but let's be real, he's playing with random people. In the Premier League, he'd get eaten alive".

Twitter and Instagram were filled with highlight reels of Leon's goals, each one showcasing his exceptional skill and precision. People started sharing the clips of his chip over the goalkeeper, his sprint down the flank, and his clinical finishes. Of course all of this happened without Leon knowing as he hasn't been on Social media for two years. However, as by some divine intervention a guy roughly around his early fifties was sitting in his office when the clip of Leon played next on his phone. He sat in stunned silence, his eyes fixed on the screen of his phone as the clip of Leon's incredible chip over the goalkeeper played on repeat. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The skill, the precision, the speed – it was like nothing he had ever witnessed before.

Suddenly, he stood up, his chair scraping against the floor, and exclaimed, "What the...?!" He couldn't finish the sentence, his words trailing off in amazement. A few moments later, he regained his composure and quickly walked to his colleague's office. "John, John, you have to see this!" he exclaimed, holding up his phone.

John looked up from his computer screen, slightly annoyed at the interruption. "What's going on, Ricky?" he asked.

Ricky didn't say a word, just held out his phone and played the clip of Leon's goal. " So what? Its a chip shot, nothing special." He said. But, Ricky without saying a thong showed him the other videos as John's expression changed from annoyance to shock as he watched the videos in a instant.

"Who is this kid?" John asked, his eyes wide with amazement.

Ricky shook his head. "Leon Blake, we got a call from his agent a week ago requesting for tryouts but we turned him down." Ricky said.

John quicky got frustrated. "What? What idiot tuned a talent like that down?"

"Umm. You did." Ricky said. "You said you don't want a injury-prone player around as he could be a liability to the club."

John's face turned red with frustration as he remembered the name Leon Blake. He quickly got up and retrieved the file from his cabinet. As he flipped through the pages, his expression changed from anger to shock.

"'Injury-prone player...can never play soccer again...even if he could, he won't be half as good,'" John read aloud, his voice laced with disappointment.

He took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "If that's him playing not 'as half as good,' he's still better than most of the players we have," John said, shaking his head. He turned to Ricky and said, "Call Leon's agent and tell him that after some thinking, we've come to the conclusion that he's invited to the tryouts in two days' time."

Ricky's eyes widened in surprise. "But, John, are you sure that's a good idea? The file says—"

John cut him off. "I don't care what the file says. I want to see this kid play. I want to see if he's as good as that video makes him out to be. Get him to the tryouts, Ricky. Let's give him a chance."

Ricky nodded and quickly picked up the phone to call Leon's agent. John watched him go, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Maybe, just maybe, they had stumbled upon a diamond in the rough.

John spent his time watching the clip over and over again, trying to process what they had just seen.