Greatest Of All Legends

While the commentator gave plaudits to the Uventus players, the players were more preoccupied with celebrating among themselves on the pitch as they waited for the trophy to be prepared and brought to the field.

"You good?" Jason asked Ronaldo who had joined them in celebrating.

"I'm better," Ronaldo nodded, smiling, but winced slightly after jumping a little.

It wasn't a serious injury by any means, but it caused the worst type of pain and though he would be okay in a few days, for now, it still hurt like hell.

He could live with it though.

Ronaldo would still be subject to some check-ups after the game to see if the injury wasn't worse than it appeared though. There were a couple of final games coming up soon after today and though the club needed him to be match fit, they still had to care for his health and figure out whether he would be fit in time for the game.

'How would a medical check-up of an injury on the balls even be like?' this question suddenly popped up in Jason's head, but a second later, he waved it away.

"Yeah, I don't need to know that," he muttered, shaking his head to get rid of the image that was appearing in his head.

"What?" Cuadrado asked.

"Don't worry about it, I was just thinking of something. By the way, what was that out there,"

"Did the coach possess you out there cuz what was that prime Pirlo performance you showed us," Jason chuckled.

"You know that was just a normal day at the office man," Cuadrado tried to play it cool, though he was having a hard time hiding the smug smile that had appeared on his face.

"Man, shut up. We all know you don't ever play like that. Today was different," Mckennie cut in before his friend started lying way too much.

"Come on guys, you know I actually can bring that kind of smoke when I want," Cuadrado said, laughing.

"Nah, today was definitely different. Something changed. Was it something you did before the game?" Ramsey asked.

"It must have been the missus. She musta given him some of that gorilla grippy goo goo. My man must still be in a state of post nut clarity from how good he was,"

"She musta had his knees and eyes turning all ways. Must be why he could spot all those things we couldn't see and send the ball there," Mckennie said cheekily.

"How'd you know?" Cuadrado asked before the other players could react to Mckennie's words and the players instantly turned to Cuadrado again.

"Aiyooo, are you being for real?" Mckennie asked immediately and some of the others asked questions curiously.

"Well, it was always good, but yesterday was…"

"... Yesterday was different,"

"Felt like I was up in the clouds, like my soul stepped outside my body… took a long look at me and nodded in approval,"

"I felt like I had become a god," Cuadrado said dramatically and everyone looked at him with weird faces.

"With coochie so good, you better hope the coach doesn't bring Jason's former teammate to this club, or your marriage would be in danger," Mckennie said and Jason who was sipping water from a bottle spat out the water immediately.

*Pffffffffttttttttttt!!!*

"Bro, what the fu*k!" Jason managed to say between laughs and for once he didn't feel a pang of pain in his chest when Mylo's name came up.

"Come on bruh, we both know that guy wouldn't let such coochie go," Mckennie said matter of factly.

"I mean, yeah, but..." Jason began.

"I'll kill him if the club ever decides to bring him here," Cuadrado said immediately causing everyone to burst out laughing.

"I guess we're lucky Icardi went to PSG instead of coming here," Rabiot also joined in, joking around.

"OHHHHHHHHH!!!" Everyone shouted and laughed.

"Nah, you're safe, the real one you should be scared of is that his wife. She's always looking at me with them sneaky eyes," Dybala said, wiping the tears from his laughter.

"She wanna eat you up for real," Mckennie snickered.

"Well, I am delicious, aren't I," Dybala smirked and did his signature gesture, the mask.

"Gerrahere mehn," Jason laughed, shoving Dybala away playfully.

"With your stupid pretty face," Mckennie said with a face filled with playful disgust.

"All right all right, we're all delicious looking fellows… and we are Serie A winners… Again!" Dybala said and they cheered loudly, the words igniting a celebratory mood.

While they were discussing, the trophy had been prepared and the awarding platform had also been arranged.

Jason had initially wanted to go looking for Adele who was supposed to be around for the match, but with the trophy about to be awarded, he decided to wait until after his team had lifted the trophy before he could go looking.

The awarding ceremony began with the players being awarded the medals that depicted them as Scudetto winners.

The delegation awarding the medals had league officials, club officials and even some sponsors, but it was the president of the Italian football association that awarded each players their medals.

Each player had their medal placed around their neck, got a handshake or a hug from the president and went atop the platform, the other dignitaries and everyone else in the stadium clapping as this happened.

When it was finally Jason's turn and he began to walk up to the football association president, the noise in the stadium instantly went up a notch, surprising him.

However, it was to be expected that the fans would cheer especially loudly for him, after all, he had scored the winner in the game that made them champions, not to mention that since he joined the team, it had been good results after good results.

His being on the team had left it's indelible marks and the fans couldn't deny his efforts in helping the team climb up the table. His goals and assists were defintely major contributions and he was currently the second highest goal scorer for the team.

Waving at the fans, Jason received his medal, smiled as he shook the football president's hand and also walked up the stadium, clapping and waving at the fans as he walked forward.