Leon lay in bed, the soft glow of the moon filtering through his window. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts: the Champions League qualification, the Real Madrid rumors, and now, the unexpected offer from Inter Milan and Cristian Chivu. It was a lot to process for a sixteen-year-old.

He closed his eyes, and sleep slowly pulled him under. His dreams, as always, were vivid, filled with the roar of crowds and the green of a football pitch. But this time, it wasn't Villa Park or Stamford Bridge.

He was wearing an England jersey, the iconic Three Lions crest emblazoned on his chest. The stadium was enormous, packed to the rafters, a sea of red and white. The air vibrated with the sound of thousands of voices chanting his name.

He was in the final. The World Cup final.

He saw himself in the midfield. He dribbled past a defender, then another, his feet a blur. He hit a pinpoint pass to Harry Kane (Current: 90), who blasted it into the net! GOOOAL!

The dream shifted. He was lifting the trophy, the golden World Cup gleaming in his hands. Confetti rained down, blinding him.

His teammates, Jude Bellingham (Current: 89), Bukayo Saka (Current: 88) were cheering, their faces split in wide grins. He saw Byon (Current: 85) in the crowd, waving wildly, a proud smile on his face. The feeling of triumph was overwhelming, a pure, unadulterated joy that surpassed anything he'd felt before.

Then, the dream faded, slowly, gently, as the first rays of dawn touched his window. Leon woke up, a wide smile on his face. The World Cup. That was the ultimate dream. A new, exhilarating goal to add to his list.

The next twenty days passed in a blur of excitement and preparation. The Champions League qualification meant a slightly longer break for the Villa players, but Leon still trained diligently.

He spent extra time in his new garden, practicing his shooting and dribbling, visualizing the moves he'd make on the global stage.

The Real Madrid and Inter Milan rumors continued to swirl, dominating sports headlines. His agent, Mr. Davies, called him frequently, discussing the offers, the pros and cons of each club. Leon listened, asked questions, but held off on making any firm decisions.

He wanted to experience Japan first, to watch the Champions League final, to clear his head before making such a monumental choice.

Byon (Current: 85) was a constant presence, texting, calling, bubbling with excitement about the trip. Alex Turner (Current: 81), still buzzing from his Premier League debut, was also coming along, Leon having convinced his mom it would be a great experience for him.

Finally, the day arrived. Leon, his mom, Byon, and Alex piled into a comfortable car, heading for the airport. The atmosphere in the car was light-hearted, filled with laughter and anticipation.

"Can you believe it, Mom?" Leon said, grinning. "We're actually going to Japan!"

His mom, looking radiant, squeezed his hand. "I still can't! It's like a dream! All thanks to you, my dear."

Byon, already taking selfies, chimed in. "Just wait till you see the plane, Leo! First class all the way! My £48 million is ready for luxury!"

Alex (Current: 81) looked wide-eyed, taking everything in. "I've never been on a plane before! And Japan! This is amazing!"

They arrived at the airport, a bustling hub of international travel. Leon, now accustomed to the stares and whispers, navigated through the crowds with ease.

His Facelook followers, he'd noticed, had now crossed the 2 million mark. It was surreal.

They checked in, went through security, and finally, boarded the plane. Leon settled into his luxurious first-class seat, a window view.

He looked out as the plane taxied, then roared down the runway. The ground blurred, then lifted away.

WHOOSH! The plane soared into the sky, climbing higher and higher, until the city below became a sprawling tapestry of lights.

Hours later, after a comfortable flight filled with movies, snacks, and Byon's endless chatter, Leon felt a gentle nudge from his mom.

"Leon, look!" she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

He looked out the window. Below them, a vast, sparkling expanse of lights stretched as far as the eye could see. Skyscrapers pierced the night sky, their windows glowing like a million tiny stars.

Neon signs pulsed with vibrant colors, illuminating bustling streets and intricate highways. It was a city unlike any he had ever seen, a futuristic landscape that seemed to stretch on forever.

"Wow," Alex breathed, pressing his face against the window, his 'Current' radiating pure amazement.

"This is... incredible," Byon murmured, for once speechless, his usual boisterous energy replaced by quiet awe.

Leon stared, his 'sight' taking in the sheer scale, the vibrant energy of the city.

He felt a thrill of excitement, a sense of wonder. This was Japan. This was where the Champions League final would be played. This was where the world's best would clash.