'Ball picked up by Hargrave.'

For the thousandth time as a young child, Izuku Midoriya found himself holding a football and wearing his navy blue jersey. The one that adorned a section of red on each shoulder, and a sewn on patch with the Yuuei crest positioned just above and to the left of his heart. The same one with the number 10 on the front and a name strewn out on the back over his shoulder blades. Izuku was a football fan through and through. Weekends meant constantly nagging his mother to find what time the game came on TV and patiently, yet anxiously, waiting for that time to come. When it did, he sat wide-eyed and open-mouthed watching diligently, making a commotion whenever someone did a really cool move, or Yuuei scored a goal, or a player suffered a foul. His commitment for someone so young was uncanny, yet admirable. A big difference to most kids, and most fans really, was that Izuku didn't really care if his team lost. If they won, his excitement sky rocketed and his mood was more boisterous than normal, but in the event of a loss, he only felt a brief moment of defeat before bouncing back to his normal self and realizing that there was always next week, another chance to push forward and another chance to watch his favorite team do their best.

'Dropped back to Vilthorsson. A plethora of attacking options going forward for Yuuei as we hit the 75 minute mark.'

The commentator's voice was nearly toned out amongst the deafening cheers of the supporters' section from within the stadium. The top of the screen showing only a fraction of the total attendance, all of which were fans proudly wearing the navy blue and red of the home team, waving flags or, mostly, shouting at the top of their lungs. The atmosphere was intense, and it was every week. Yuuei had attracted a following that spanned the world over and attendance was at an all time high. Camera, eyes, and lights were on the squad at all times. The players on the field were nothing short of heroes to the nation of Japan. Not five years earlier, the country's quality of football was average at best. Time and time again they poked their head in the limelight, only to be pushed back down into the mix with the large majority of the other nations as outliers. What was occurring at this moment in time was nothing short of a revolution of sorts. Thanks to this golden age of players, of football "heroes", the Japanese people had taken quick notice to their countries' new success and grabbed on tight with both hands. In a short span, the next generation of kids and future players was fashioned and immediately noticed to be a talented bunch. This trend was clearly only going to continue. All thanks to Yuuei.

'To Aizawa - who is sent to the ground by a crunching tackle - '

The score line in the top left corner of the screen read 0-1 in favor of the opposition, the timer in the very corner ticking past the 75 minute marker and the small text just below the score line reading "Agg: 1-2." In football, most tournaments end up as a knockout competition with each match up playing a Best of 2, with the team that advances to the next round being the side with the most goals over the two games, or the higher 'Aggregate' score. After both games, in the event of a tie in aggregate scoring, the tie breaker is the total amount of goals scored away from home. The game being played on screen was the second game, or leg, of the semi-final round. In the first leg, the game ended as a 1-1 draw at the home stadium of Academía de La Masia, a team from southern Spain, in which Yuuei got a crucial away goal early on in the match, meaning that they had the lead going into the game at home. Therefore, at the very minimum, they just had to hold out in the second game and not concede. But no fortress can survive every attack. For an hour of game time, Yuuei seemed to hold up defensively. The opposition may have had most of the ball and taken lots of shots from hard angles and long distances, but none of them seemed threatening, making it seem like Yuuei had a comfortable hold on the game. That was until one slip up, one misread, and one miscommunication in defense, left a wide open gap for La Masia to attack.

"A la ocasión la pintan calva"

The famous Spanish academy, the one that held notoriety and fame, and had ruled European and World football for the past decade, struck first and struck hard. It was a piercing blow to the hearts of the Yuuei players and fans as they watched the Spanish side celebrate their goal. A deafening silence fell over the stadium in the moment, but sound was immediately restored by the jubilation of the few thousand supporters who made the journey to the land of the rising sun from sunny Spain. They wanted no change to be made to their rule of domination in the football world, but that didn't mean there wasn't a chance of that still happening. In football, it is believed that you are more likely to score just after your opponent had, for they aren't entirely focused on the present match situation, but instead on what had just occurred. The idea doesn't have a lot of numerical basis behind it, but when it happens, you truly do believe it has always existed as truth.

From the kickoff after conceding, the home fans regained their vigor and beckoned Yuuei to attack, and attack they did. Yuuei unleashed an absurd high pressure, last ditch system, that created chance after chance after chance and caused the Masía squad to become flustered. They began to misplace passes, something they normally did so well. They cleared the ball poorly and sent it straight back to Yuuei, and most importantly, failed to take advantage of the gaps that Yuuei was forced to let happen in order for them to press forward. Then, on a well placed corner kick, the Spaniards allowed the veteran Enji Todoroki, to rise up uncontested and head the ball into the back of the net. The crowd exploded, the music blared, the confetti went up, and the game was back on again. Both teams clashed with renewed vitality and gave absolutely everything they could in the minutes following. Tackles were harder, and more precise than before, cool heads were being tested with impatient thoughts, and attackers were begging for that one deadly pass to come into enough space for them to make a chance out of it. The best attackers in the world, though, make something out of nothing.

'- but the ball is picked up by Yagi in the mid-field and here he goes! The Japanese-American steamrolling through the La Masía midfield -"

Toshinori Yagi, Yuuei's and Japan's number one player. The spiky blonde haired man with the number 10 on his chest, a symbolic reminder of the role he plays for his team and the only number that a person of his caliber should wear, was the shining light of the country. In a mere few seasons since his debut, he was was hailed as one of Japan's greatest players to ever play. His passion, his ferocity and his never give up attitude gave him the beloved nickname that he is known by all over the world, "All Might".

"The big man has speed to burn and power to display as he jets passed another midfielder. He has Yamada to his right and - oh he has elected to go for goAAALLLLLLL!"

The people watching on TV, the fans watching in the stadium, the commentators, the opposition, the coaching staff, the teammates...nobody was prepared for what they had just witnessed. From the tackle on Aisawa, the ball had found its way to just inside Yuuei's attacking third. The ball seemed to be heading towards the path of an oncoming opposition player, but All Might had rushed on to scene at a blistering speed, and made the ball his with a quick turn to put the ball in a position where he could make use of the possession. His field of vision was wide, but his options were thin. The midfield was crowded with players as the ball was attempting to work its way out wide, so midfielders were transitioning from one side to another, and as a result, most of his teammates were hidden behind opponents. It took creativity and quick thinking for Toshinori to see a small space between two enclosing midfielders. He took that space the same second he saw it and was clear into an opening that he could work with. A wise man now saw passes, but a man with instinct and desire saw only goal. As a center forward, he was an attacker, distributor and goal scorer; the full package. He did what he had to do when he needed to, not for himself, but for the people supporting him in the stands, the coaches who believed in him and his teammates that trusted him. He saw opportunities to help the team more than anyone. So, when All Might himself saw a pass that could create an attacking opportunity with a lot of guaranteed success, and decided against it, it became very clear to everyone in the world that they were witnessing something special. And every time a young Izuku watched it back, it left him beyond amazed.

"Are you kidding me? Japan's greatest has once again produced a piece of absolute magic! 35 yards out from goal, a whole defensive unit in front of him, a minuscule view of the top corner from his position and he has picked it out, incredible!

Hi all. Hope you enjoyed this little prologue. I don't know how much I will update this story and his far it will go, but Boku no Hero Academia is still fresh on the rise as a series, so hopefully I stick around along with it. Just have to let time tell.

If you have any suggestions for things or any questions, feel free to message me or leave a review. I'm not the best writer, but always love combining my favorite shounen series with my favorite sport!

Until next time.