The final Premier League table, with Aston Villa proudly sitting in 4th place, still brought a wide grin to Leon Fischer's face. Champions League qualification secured – it felt like a dream.

Leon was sprawled on the sofa in his new living room, the one with the big garden, watching a football highlights show with his mom. She was beaming, occasionally nudging him.

"Look, Leon! They're showing your assist against City again! It's just beautiful! You're so clever, my boy!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with pride.

The pundit on screen was raving. "That assist from Leon Fischer for Watkins's winner against City was pure footballing genius! The vision, the execution... at sixteen years old, he's redefined what a midfielder can do in this league!"

Leon chuckled, a comfortable warmth spreading through him. "Yeah, Mom, I saw the space."

His mom turned to him, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You know, Leon, they're talking about you being the best player in the league now. But do you think you could be... the best in the world?"

Leon paused, taking a sip of his juice. He looked at his mom, then back at the TV, where clips of Haaland (Current: 92) and Mbappé (Current: 91) were playing.

"best in the world" meant more than just a number; it meant sustained dominance, trophies, breaking records.

"One day, Mom," Leon said softly, his gaze distant, envisioning a future he was actively building.

"One day, I will be the best player in the world. I'm going to work for it, every single day. And I'm going to win the Champions League."

His mom smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I have no doubt, my dear. You just keep dreaming big. And maybe," she added, a teasing note in her voice, "you'll find time for a nice girl along the way."

Leon groaned, burying his face in a cushion. "Mom! Not again! I'm trying to visualize tactics here!" His 'Current: 92' offered no counter-strategy for parental matchmaking.

She just laughed, patting his leg. "Alright, alright, I'll let you plan your world domination. Just don't forget your old mum when you're lifting those trophies!"

The final match of the Premier League season had arrived. Aston Villa vs. Manchester United at Old Trafford. The 'Help System' quest for 6th place was long completed, but Leon's ambition now soared to the top four. They had secured it! This final game was a celebration, a chance to solidify their position and end the season on a high.

The team bus rumbled towards Old Trafford, the atmosphere inside a mix of excitement and quiet pride. There was no desperate tension, only the anticipation of a grand finale. Leon (Current: 92) sat by the window, watching the crowds gather. He saw fans everywhere, a mix of red for Manchester United, and pockets of claret and blue.

He overheard conversations through his enhanced hearing, fueled by his active 'sight' which picked up the 'buzz' of public opinion.

On the streets, a group of fans argued heatedly.

"Aston Villa in the Champions League?! Unbelievable! Who would've thought it?"

"That Leon Fischer... he's something else, isn't he? Carried them there."

"Nah, it was the whole team! Emery's a genius! But can they actually do anything in the Champions League? It's a different level."

Inside a pub near the stadium, the TV blared.

"The story of the season has to be Aston Villa!" the commentator declared. "From fighting for mid-table to securing Champions League football! A truly remarkable achievement!"

"And their young star, Leon Fischer, at just sixteen, topping the assist charts and commanding the midfield! He's the real deal! Everyone's talking about him!"

Leon smiled. The buzz was real. The doubt was still there, lurking in some comments, but the overwhelming sentiment was one of awe and excitement.

In the dressing room at Old Trafford, Coach Emery gathered them for the final time this season. His voice, usually calm, held a rare warmth.

"Lads, we have achieved something special. Something few believed possible. We have earned our place in the Champions League. Today, we play with pride. We play with joy.

We show the world what Aston Villa is. Leon," he looked at him, "your leadership, your commitment... it has been extraordinary. Lead them out one more time this season."

Leon felt a lump in his throat. This was his team. His family. This journey, from a shy academy kid to a Champions League-bound Premier League star, had been incredible.

He led the team out onto the pitch, the roar of Old Trafford engulfing him. It was a legendary stadium, steeped in history.

The stands were packed, a sea of red, but the smattering of claret and blue felt louder than ever. He scanned the Manchester United lineup:

Bruno Fernandes (Current: 87), their creative midfielder; Marcus Rashford (Potential: 88, Current: 85), their dangerous forward; Casemiro (Potential: 89, Current: 87), their midfield anchor.

The referee blew his whistle. KICKOFF!

The match was played with a celebratory atmosphere, but with a competitive edge.

Manchester United, already securing a Europa League spot, still wanted to finish strong. Leon, with his 'Current: 84' buzzing, aimed for a final, dominant performance.

"A relaxed but competitive start at Old Trafford! Manchester United looking to finish their season well, and Aston Villa celebrating their incredible Champions League qualification!"

Leon moved with fluidity, orchestrating Villa's play from midfield. He saw the 'ghosted passes' of Bruno Fernandes (Current: 87), anticipating his moves, cutting off supply lines to Rashford.

He hit a beautiful through ball to Ollie Watkins (Current: 86), who rounded André Onana in goal, but his shot was cleared off the line by Raphaël Varane (Potential: 88, Current: 86). So close!

Around the 30th minute, Villa opened the scoring. Leon received the ball from John McGinn (Current: 84), just outside the box. He saw a narrow 'gap' in United's defense.

He unleashed a powerful shot, curling it perfectly into the top corner.

BOOOOM!

GOOOAL! ASTON VILLA 1 - Manchester United 0!

The small contingent of Villa fans erupted! Leon celebrated, a wide grin on his face. His tenth Premier League goal of the season!

The game continued. Leon, feeling the sheer joy of playing, tried audacious passes, daring dribbles. He pulled off a 'nutmeg' on Casemiro (Current: 87), sending the ball through his legs, much to the delight of the Villa fans.

SWISH!

Just before halftime, Manchester United equalized through a penalty. Rashford converted coolly.

GOOOAL! ASTON VILLA 1 - Manchester United 1!

Halftime whistle blew. The score was 1-1. Leon walked off the pitch, exhausted but happy. The season had been a whirlwind, a magical journey.

The second half was a relaxed affair, with both teams enjoying the occasion. Leon continued to shine, dictating play, making incisive passes.

He provided another assist to Ollie Watkins (Current: 86), a delicate chip over the defense that Watkins converted, bringing his total assists to 16 for the season.

The match ended in a Aston Villa 2 - Manchester United 1 victory.

Leon had played the full 90 minutes, ending his incredible Premier League season on a winning note.

As he walked off the pitch, the cheers of the crowd echoing in his ears, Leon felt a deep sense of accomplishment.

He had led Villa to the Champions League, broken assist records, and proved all the doubters wrong.

He thought about the future. The Champions League next season.

His quest to become the best player in the world. He thought about Byon (Current: 85).

And Alex (Current: 81), rapidly developing. And Mark Johnson (Current: 71), also a Premier League champion.

He had achieved so much. But this was just the prologue.