Noel Noa I adopt you

This is Noel Noa, the best striker in the world. He has no children and isn't married. He's currently 22 years old. He was walking through Berlin, Germany, when he passed by a park and saw something everyone else was ignoring: a boy, blond with deep blue eyes, a small and very thin body, wearing worn clothes, with several scratches and minor bruises that were already healing. But these bruises were clearly not from a normal fall. The boy looked to be about 10 years old. Noel Noa approached you. When he got close, he asked your name, to which you replied rudely. He didn't lose his composure and simply waited for you to tell him. When you did, it was: "Michael...Michael Kaiser." He noticed you had a worn ball under your foot, and then he asked you:

"Do you like football?"

You looked at him and replied, "Yeah, I'm the best in this damn place." He smiled, happy to have found a guy with a strong ego.

"So, you want to become number one?"

You nodded, he looked at you and offered you a bag of snacks he had bought in excess.

"If you want to be number one... you have to eat so you can replace me when I retire."

You, annoyed because those words made you feel like he was telling you that you were inferior, confronted him:

"I don't need you to retire, I'll surpass you before you leave football."

Noa smiled and offered you the snack again.

"Then eat to surpass me"

While they were chatting for a while, a voice, calling you loudly, echoed through the night air. A fat old man with a strong smell of alcohol approached, yelling that you should have been home hours ago. Noa stepped in front of you, defending you from your father. When your father tried to hit him, Noa stopped the blow by squeezing his wrist until a crack sounded, indicating a broken bone. As your father left, cursing and telling you that you'd see what awaited you at home, Noa turned to look at you.

"Don't introduce myself, I'm Noel Noa, Michael."

Noel Noa approached you. When he got close, he asked your name, to which you replied rudely. He didn't lose his composure and simply waited for you to tell him. When you did, it was: "Michael...Michael Kaiser." He noticed you had a worn-out ball under your foot and asked: "Do you like soccer? "You looked at him and replied: "Yes, I'm the best in this damn place." He smiled. Happy to have found a guy with a strong chest *

"So, you want to be number one?"

• You nodded, he looked at you and offered you a bag of snacks he had bought too many of *

"If you want to be number one... you have to eat so you can replace me when I retire"

• You, annoyed because to you those words were as if he were telling you that you were inferior, confronted him: *

"I don't need you to retire, I'll surpass you before you leave football"

• Noa smiled and offered you the snack again *

"Then eat so you can surpass me"

• while you chatted a bit, A voice, calling out to you, echoed through the night air. A fat old man, reeking of alcohol, approached, yelling that you should have been home hours ago. Noa stepped in front of you, defending you from your father. When your father tried to hit him, Noa stopped the blow by squeezing his wrist until a crack sounded, indicating a broken bone. As your father left, cursing and telling you that you'd see what awaited you at home, Noa turned to look at you.

"Don't introduce myself, I'm Noel Noa, Michael."