Football singularity-Chapter 733 Black Gay Catholic Priest In Texas

Chapter 733: Chapter 733 Black Gay Catholic Priest In Texas

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[2021-04-15 | Hahnwald Estate, Cologne | 07:30]

On the east bank of the Rhine River, on the outskirts of Cologne in the Hahnwald Estate, life was beginning to stir. The sun fully peered out from the cloud curtain on the western hemisphere, its morning rays breathing life into the world. In the second-floor master bedroom at Casa De la Rex, the figure of Rakim can be seen slowly stirring awake.

Rays of the sun that peeked through the curtains warmed his bare upper body, causing his sore muscles to relax in bliss. His eyes slowly fluttered open, taking a while for his pupils to come into focus as his breathing evened out. It took him longer than usual to muster up the energy to sit up, resisting the urge to just lie there a while longer.

His shoulders felt tight, his lower back stiff as he sat up. Looking to the other side of the bed, he found it empty and assumed May had already begun her day. He rolled his neck, hearing a satisfying *crack*, then swung his legs over the side of the bed. He could faintly smell the scent of coffee drifting up from downstairs, mixed with something sweet.

His phone sat on the nightstand, faintly vibrated no doubt filled with notifications. He reached for it, unplugging it from the charger, and the screen lit up immediately.

**487 unread messages.**

**23 missed calls.**

**Instagram: 2.1M+ notifications.**

**Twitter: 1.8M+ notifications.**

**TikTok: 500k+ notificatints.**

He blinked, staring at the numbers, then wisely pulled out his second phone. This was his private phone, containing only his family, friends and teammates, whereas his main phone was more like a business phone. He swiped through the lock screen, and the first notification was a WhatsApp message from the Leverkusen squad group chat, sent at 6:47 AM by the manager.

**Bosz: Flo’s scan results are in. Doc says it’s a light Grade 2 ankle ligament tear. 3-6 weeks minimum. He’s devastated, so I hope we can all support him in our own ways. (Tap To Read More)*

Rakim’s stomach dropped after reading the full message, realising his friend would miss out on the rest of his debut season. That meant Wirtz would miss the rest of the Bundesliga season, potentially the DFB-Pokal final, and if he was unlucky, the Euros. Still, he was glad that it wasn’t an outright break or something worse, which he couldn’t imagine at the moment. He scrolled further; more messages had flooded in since the coach’s; other early birds slowly stirred to life.

**Demarai. That’s brutal, man.*

**Jeremie: We gotta win it for him. No other option.*

**Bailey: Bet he’d find it funny if you slip in the Champions League final*

**Jeremie: Still better than the guy who twisted his own ankle trying to out-dribble absolutely no one.*

**Patrick: Ha-ha-ha, Never seen a man eat so much grass in my entire life.*

**Bailey: Don’t you start with that weird Russian typing, you speak perfect German.*

*Diaby: He’s right, though you folded under no pressure, the full back was like two meters away.*

**Jeremie: Hahah, the guy looked so confused when he stopped the loose ball. Hahaha, he even looked back at the ref to check if it was ok, bro defo the meme of the season.*

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**Amiri:** *I’m going to visit him later today. Anyone want to come?*

**Bailey: I’m in.*

**Demirbay: Same.*

**Rakim: Should we all go separately? It might be overwhelming if all of us show up at the same time.*

**Lars: Good point, pair up or go solo, no need to overwhelm him and his family.*

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He set the phone down, rubbing his face with both hands. The euphoria of last night’s victory suddenly felt lukewarm, which was probably for the best given that it was time to focus on the league again. Taking a deep breath, he stood up and headed for the master bathroom, ready to begin his day.

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[Hahnwald Estate | Kitchen | 08:50 CET]

It took him less than twenty minutes to take a cold shower and go through his morning routine. Walking down the stairs, the kitchen smelled like heaven, causing his empty stomach to churn. May stood at the stove, flipping a pancake with practised ease, her Peach blond hair tied up in a messy bun.

She wore a loose, cream-coloured, one-shoulder, long-sleeve Yoga Sports Top with matching leggings. With a pair of AirPods in her ear, she moved with energy, dancing as she worked the pan in front of her. Her slender hands moved, flipping one of her self-titled triple-p breakfast specials (Parker Protein Pancakes) into the air, giving it some air time before deftly catching it in the butter-oiled pan.

"F-you, and you, and you," she suddenly exclaimed, using her spatula as a microphone and turning in stylish fashion. Her eyes widened at spotting Rakim leaning on the kitchen island before just looking at her, but the music seemed to capture her bones as she continued singing. "I hate your friends, and they hate me too. I’m through...This is that hot girl bummer anthem... and throw a tantrum."

Before Rakim could even react, she had gone full-blown karaoke mode, dancing and serenading him. She had a more than decent voice and definitely had a sense of rhythm, but her music taste left a lot to be desired in Rakim’s opinion. "Ok enough, babe, save some for Simon Cowell, my ears are accustomed to a refined higher sound wave."

"Stop it, you," She retorted, playfully slapping his shoulder, causing him to mock wince. "Don’t think I don’t know you sing along to Adele and Whitney."

"My point exactly, higher life forms," He defended, holding her head in place to give her a quick kiss. "I’d bet my GLD chain that the two of them could charm a siren into their doom."

"Tsk, sometimes you can be so infuriating," she retorted quickly, wiggling out of his grasp just in time to plate another golden brown pancake. "Though, do you really think my singing is bad?" She asked, sounding far more serious than Rakim had expected, causing his laid-back posture to momentarily disappear. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"Well, you don’t sound like a rooster, so that’s a plus," He finally said after a moment’s thought, breaking the tension. "Ok, ok, don’t glare at me, I’ll be serious. You have a great voice and project well, guess being a high school queen bee was useful for something."

"Hey, that was actually hard work." She retorted with a huff. "You wouldn’t know, but unless you’re a successful JOC, high school is a hormone-filled battleground."

"It’s not that deep; people choose what to value even in high school." He said with an apathetic smile, knowing it was easier said than done. "But back to your voice, it’s probably in the top five I’ve heard sing in person. Your song selection, on the other hand, is worse than the career selection of a black gay catholic priest in Texas."

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[2021-04-15 | Wirtz Estate, Cologne | 10:45]

"Bro, did you really have to score a world beater the moment I was injured?" Flo complained from his side of the C-shaped sofa that his left foot rested on an elevated pillow. "Like one moment, I was in pain waiting for the drugs to kick in at the back of an ambulance. Next, everyone was cheering, listening to Peter Drury go mental on the radio."

"Wow, you really gonna blame me for scoring a stoppage time bicycle kick from twenty-five meters out?" He asked in mock shock, using a hand to cover half his face and a smirk. "Talk about shade. Shame shame shame."

(Plop) A square couch cushion smacked the side of his head, quickly ending the charade. "You prick, how can you gloat when I’m in this state?" He complained, pausing the F1 game, they were one to face him.

"You’re right in a way, the goal was sort of your assist, so thank you, friend," Rakim said, clasping his hands together and performing a small bow.

"Who needs a friend like you?" He retorted, turning the game back on, without a warning.

"Would you rather have me as an Enemy?" He asked, breaking hard enough to avoid rear-ending Wirtz’s Red Bull in his crimson Ferrari. "Naw fr, it’s shit that happened, we were having the season of our lives."

A short silence passed between them, the only sound in the spacious living room big enough to encompass a family of 11. The only sound was the artificial roars of F1 Engines as they cut through each corner.

"You know," Wirtz slowly said, breaking the silence just as he crossed the finish line, coming in 1st. "I’m glad you guys won it last night."

"We will win it all this year."

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TO BE CONTINUED...