The Boxing System: I Became the King of the Ring-Chapter 26: Finding Our Way Out

The referee’s whistle cut through the noise. Game time.

Carlos touched the ball and everything changed. He moved like the field belonged to him. Quick touches, smart runs, always one step ahead of defenders. The crowd noticed immediately.

"Carlos! Carlos!" The chant started small but grew louder.

Tommy’s fingers dug into Javier’s arm. "Watch this. He’s about to do something crazy."

But Carlos surprised them. Instead of trying flashy moves, he played smart. The patient passes. Setting up teammates. Making everyone around him better.

Twenty minutes in, he threaded a perfect ball between two defenders. His teammate buried the shot in the bottom corner.

"Carlos got the assist!" Kevin screamed from three seats down.

The opposing team answered five minutes later. A lucky deflection that caught their keeper off guard. 1-1 at halftime.

During the break, Vicente appeared in the empty space beside Javier. The ghost watched the crowd with curious eyes.

"Look at all these people," Vicente said quietly. "Their whole day depends on what happens down there."

"That’s a lot of pressure."

"Different kinds of pressure than what we know. In boxing, you fail alone. Here, you let down your teammates."

"Which is worse?"

"Both suck in their own way."

The second half felt different. Desperation crept into both teams. Passes got rushed. Shots went wide. The crowd groaned with every missed chance.

Carlos kept creating opportunities, but the final ball wouldn’t fall. His teammates tried too hard, pressing when they should have waited.

Time crawled by. Eighty minutes. Ninety.

The referee held up three fingers. Three minutes of stoppage time.

Carlos dropped deep to collect the ball. Two defenders rushed toward him, trying to force a mistake. The smart play was to clear it long and hope for the best.

Instead, Carlos spotted movement in the corner of his eye. His teammate had found space behind the defense, making a perfect run.

The pass split the defense like a knife. Perfect weight and perfect timing.

The finish was clinical. Bottom corner. No chance for the keeper.

The stadium erupted like a bomb had gone off.

Group home kids lost their minds. Tommy jumped on Javier’s back. Dr. Vasquez hugged everyone within reach. Even Grey was dancing, his dignity forgotten.

Carlos sprinted toward their section, arms spread wide like an airplane. His smile was so big it was visible from fifty yards away.

For one perfect moment, his eyes found theirs in the chaos. He pointed directly at the Marcus Garvey section and beat his chest twice.

That’s for you, the gesture said. All of you.

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The final whistle blew and the field turned into chaos. Players collapsed on the grass, crying and laughing at the same time. Coaches embraced their technical team.

But Javier’s eyes fixated on something else. The scouts moved fast, surrounding Carlos like vultures spotting fresh meat. Men in expensive suits materialized from nowhere, business cards appearing in their hands extended towards Carlos.

Dr. Vasquez’s phone buzzed constantly. She read the messages with wide eyes.

"Syracuse just offered a full ride," she said, barely believing her own words. "FC Dallas wants a meeting next week. And..." She paused, reading another text. "Barcelona wants him at their summer camp."

Tommy’s jaw dropped. "Holy shit, Carlos is about to be loaded."

"Language," Dr. Vasquez said automatically, but she looked stunned too.

Javier felt something ugly twist in his chest. Pride for his friend mixed with jealousy in a way that made him sick. Carlos deserved everything coming his way, but watching it happen felt like salt in a wound Javier didn’t know he had.

The crazy part was, if Miguel hadn’t shown up to talk to Dr. Vasquez about their boxing program, none of this would have happened. Carlos had mentioned wanting to ask his coach for help but never had the courage. Seeing Miguel fight for them gave Carlos the push he needed to approach his own coach about opportunities.

Without that conversation, Carlos would have graduated and gone straight to work construction like most group home kids. Javier could picture it - Carlos in a hard hat, carrying bricks until his back gave out, dreams buried under overtime shifts and rent payments.

Instead, scouts were offering him the world.

Camera crews pushed through the crowd. Reporters shoved microphones toward Carlos’s face. Local news, Spanish-language stations, even some national sports networks.

"Carlos, how does it feel to lead your team to a state championship?" one reporter asked.

"Incredible. My teammates played amazing. Couldn’t have done it without them."

"What’s next for you? College? Professional soccer?"

Carlos wiped sweat from his face and took a breath. "Right now I just want to finish high school with my friends. After that, we’ll see what opportunities come up."

Perfect answer. Humble but confident. But Javier caught something else in Carlos’s expression. A fire behind his eyes that said he wanted everything - the scholarships, the professional contracts, the escape from group home life.

It was the same look Javier saw in his own reflection sometimes. The hunger for something bigger than where they came from.

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The van ride home buzzed with energy that wouldn’t quit. Kids shouted over each other, replaying every goal and every save. Kevin acted out Carlos’s winning assist using wild hand gestures. David argued about which college offered the best deal.

"Barcelona, man! That’s like the Real Madrid of soccer!"

"Barcelona IS Barcelona, idiot. Real Madrid is different."

"Whatever. The point is, Carlos is gonna be famous!" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Through it all, Carlos sat pressed against the window, watching Brooklyn blur past. His state championship medal on his neck caught the streetlight, but his expression stayed distant.

Javier slid into the seat next to him. "Hey. Are you good?"

Carlos turned from the window with a huge grin. "Man, I still can’t believe it."

"Believe what?"

"This morning I was just another group home kid. Now Barcelona wants to meet me. Fucking Barcelona!" He laughed and shook his head. "My coach said I might get a call from the U.S. national team scouts too."

"That’s insane."

"Right? I keep thinking I’m gonna wake up and it’s all gonna be a dream." Carlos bounced slightly in his seat. "But it’s real. I’m actually getting out of here, Javi. Like, for real, getting out."

Javier felt that twist in his stomach again. Carlos’s excitement was infectious, but it also made the gap between their futures feel wider.

"You deserve it, man," Javier said, and meant it.

"Thanks. And hey..." Carlos bumped his shoulder. "You and Tommy are doing the same thing with boxing. We’re all finding our way out."

Carlos looked back out the window, but this time his reflection showed pure joy.

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Back at the group home, younger kids swarmed Carlos. Everyone wanted to touch success, to feel what it was like to be around someone who’d made it.

Dinner conversation stayed focused on the game. Kids replayed highlights and argued about Carlos’s best moments. Mrs. Rodriguez beamed with pride, serving extra portions to everyone.

Miguel called during dessert.

"How are you boys feeling?" His voice crackled through the common room phone.

"Good," Javier said. "Ready to train."

"Not yet. Seven full days rest, then we start Golden Gloves preparation. Your bodies need time to heal properly."

"But we feel fine."

"Feeling fine and being fine are different things. Trust me on this."

Tommy grabbed the phone. "Miguel, we’re going crazy just sitting around."

"Good. Use that energy when you get back to the gym. One more week, then we work harder than you’ve ever worked before."

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Morning brought Christmas preparation chaos. Mrs. Rodriguez appeared with boxes of decorations, transforming the common room into organized mayhem.

"Javier, can you hang these lights?" she asked, holding up tangled strings of colored bulbs.

"Sure."

For the first time in either life, Javier felt genuinely content. The group home buzzed with holiday energy. Kids argued over ornament placement and fought for the best positions to hang stockings.

Tommy helped untangle light strings while other residents debated Christmas movie selections. Dr. Vasquez supervised from her coffee cup, smiling at the controlled chaos.

"Higher on the left," Kevin called out, directing Javier’s work on the tree lights.

"It’s perfect," Mrs. Rodriguez said, stepping back to admire their work. "Best tree we’ve had in years."

Carlos sat at a table nearby, still wearing his state championship medal. Every few minutes, Grey would call him over to take another phone call from colleges and scouts.

"You gonna answer the next one?" David asked, pointing as Grey waved Carlos toward the office phone again.

"Later. This is more important right now."

Even Grey seemed relaxed, hanging garland with unusual patience. The whole building felt different. Warmer somehow.

Vicente appeared briefly in a corner, watching the celebration with something soft in his ghostly eyes. When their gazes met, the ghost smiled slightly and disappeared.

"Seven more days," Tommy whispered while hanging tinsel.

"Then what?" Javier asked.

"Real Golden Gloves preparation starts. Miguel said what we’ve been doing was just the warm-up."

Javier looked around at the decorated room, at his friends laughing and arguing over cookie decorating. For now, hanging Christmas lights felt perfect.

But in seven days, everything would change again.