Chapter 3: Arrival At Jesse Owens Stadium

Chapter 3: Arrival At Jesse Owens Stadium

After having a bath and freshening up, Jason made his way back to his room, and the first thing he did after getting to his room was to check the time.

'8:33 am'

The football trials were to begin at 11 o'clock sharp and taking into consideration that he would have to get ready and still reach the stadium before eleven, he was pretty much already late.

"Hopefully, there isn't much traffic today," he murmured hopefully, but he doubted it, the traffic in LA was always a bitch.

'All the more reason I have to hurry up,' he thought to himself and hurried up his dressing.

He didn't put much thought into dressing up as he would change to a jersey at the stadium anyway, so he simply threw on a white t-shirt and paired it with a pair of baggy denim jeans before topping it off with white New Balance sports shoes.

Immediately he finished dressing up, he took up a sports bag that lay beside his bed and opened it to check if his kit was complete.

"Jersey, Check,"

"Soccer boots, check,"

"Shin guards, check"

"Socks, check,"

He quickly turned off the engine and threw his chair back to make space for himself to change inside the car. Luckily paying almost a hundred grand for a car always guaranteed that the car came with tinted glass windshields, so nobody could see what he was doing inside the car.

Ten minutes later, he came down from the car in a hurry with his sports bag that now contained the clothes he had worn previously and quickly began to walk towards the entrance of the stadium, almost forgetting to lock the doors of the car in a rush.

Dressed in a white number 7 Real Madrid jersey that matched well with his light brown skin, Jason walked briskly into the stadium, his huge amount of hair bobbing on his head due to his hurried movement and his 6ft frame made for a slightly imposing but hurried look.

As he walked into the stadium his blue eyes darted around looking for the direction to the football pitch and soon enough, he was on his way to the pitch as it wasn't his first time here.

Soon he was on the pitch with a crowd of teenagers, some of whom seemed to be familiar with each other and were discussing among themselves and others not talking with anyone.

Jason was of course part of the latter group, and he simply went to stand at the edge of the crowd to wait for the coaches and scouts to arrive.

His eyes swept across the imposing interior of the stadium that was surrounded by a track and he could see various training equipment already set up and waiting for use, as well as a group of people who were sitting on the spectators' seats with cameras and binoculars and looking slightly interested as they seemed to survey the crowd of teenagers teeming with excitement.

"So, some of the scouts have already arrived," he murmured to himself as he saw more people arrive and join the group of spectators.

"Yeah, mate, I reckon some of them are from European teams," a lanky blonde-haired boy with an Aussie accent seemed to have heard his murmur and responded.

"Oh," Jason replied with a little smile, but inwardly he already suspected that, so he didn't care what this dude had to say unless he had confirmed facts.

He was merely being polite by smiling and responding as if he was surprised and enlightened, while in reality, he couldn't give a flying fuck about anybody's suspicions.

He was here for the football trials to prove himself to the scouts and get signed to a good European team and kickstart his football career and nothing else mattered to him.