On the day of the tryouts for the Kerala Kings U17 football club, excitement buzzed through the air as aspiring young talents gathered in the stadium. The coach, seated prominently in the front row, wore a cap that slightly hid his eyes but did nothing to conceal the eager look on his face. His assistant coach approached him, curiosity evident in his tone. "Did you scout a good player, coach? You look like you're looking forward to this," he asked. The coach nodded, his mind already focused on a standout prospect. "Yeah, I scouted Fazil Ahmed. He's a phenomenal forward winger with an impressive array of skills—precise crossing, flawless passing, great balance, and extraordinary ball control.But his stamina is low. I'm also hoping to see another player, Niyog V. He was pivotal in his school team's victory over Fazil's in the state school football tournament finals. A monstrous midfielder for his age, he has vision, solid passing, Outstanding Dribbling and skills and defensive skills, but he still has a lot to learn. If he shows up, I believe he could form a formidable partnership with Fazil." 

Meanwhile, Niyog arrived at the tryout venue, accompanied by his supportive parents and little sister, Naomi. As they walked toward the stadium, Niyog's mother gazed around in awe. "Oh my....there are so many seats in the stadium," she remarked, her voice filled with wonder. Niyog, proud of his club's reputation, replied, "Of course! Kerala Kings has a very large fanbase in India." Naomi, always eager to tease her brother, chimed in, "Wowwwww… there are a lot of people here! Looks like it'll be a challenge for you, bro." Her playful banter only boosted Niyog's competitive spirit as he took in the bustling atmosphere. 

Entering the field, Niyog scanned the crowd, hoping to spot familiar faces. His eyes fell upon Amir Ali, a figure from his recent past. A memory flashed through his mind of their match two years prior, when Amir's incredible skills had led to a 3-0 defeat for Niyog's team, all three goals crafted deftly by Amir himself. He had since signed with a Brazilian team, Santus FC, but Niyog couldn't help but wonder why Amir was now here, trying out for Kerala Kings. Just then, his gaze caught the presence of Fazil, another talented player he admired for both his skills and character. Niyog approached him, and they shared an easy, friendly conversation that sparked mutual respect. 

As the atmosphere shifted, the coach stepped onto the field alongside his assistant, calling the group together. With an authoritative tone, he began to explain the tryout format, noting that 56 hopefuls had gathered, but only a select few would make the team. The plan was to conduct four 15-minute matches with eight teams composed of seven players each. As the coach scanned the crowd again, his eyes landed on Niyog, a slight grin spreading across his face. Whispering to himself with a mix of pride and anticipation, he mused, "So you came, Niyog V," recognizing the potential he'd seen in this young talent long before the tryouts began. 

The coach's voice rang out, echoing with excitement as he announced the teams. Niyog stood at the edge of the crowd, his heart racing with anticipation and an undercurrent of trepidation. Glancing around, he felt a fleeting pang of isolation, a realization that he didn't seem to know anyone in his newly formed team. With an unwavering determination, he mustered the courage to break the ice, approaching his classmates with a tentative smile, "So, what position do you play?" A lively conversation blossomed, and Niyog began to absorb the unique personalities of his teammates—Adityan's infectious laughter, Manu's strategic musings, Vineeth's quiet confidence, Sachin's boundless enthusiasm, Akshay's keen insights, and Aryan's humor that made the just-formed bond feel warm and inviting. 

Amidst the growing camaraderie, Niyog's gaze drifted across the field and landed on a familiar face—Amir, his longtime rival. The swirl of anticipation mixed with the looming challenge ahead ignited a spark within him; this game was not merely about winning or losing, but a canvas upon which they could all etch their stories of resilience and teamwork. Niyog felt a thrill surge within him, ready to face Amir and the game ahead.