Alright, alright, let’s gab about this Gabriel Martinelli fella in that FC24 game, whatever that is. Kids these days with their games, always confusing an old woman like me. But, I heard some young’uns talking, so I figured I’d try and make sense of it for ya.
So, this Martinelli, he’s a soccer player, a footballer, they call it. Plays for some team called Arsenal, over in England. Sounds fancy, huh? He’s from Brazil, that’s a place far, far away, where they got all them colorful birds and such. This boy, he’s a young’un, only about 22 or 23 years old. Imagine that, just a baby practically!
Now, in this FC24 game, they give these players ratings, like how good they are. It’s like when you’re judging cows at the market – this one’s got good milk, that one’s got good meat. This Martinelli kid, his rating is pretty high, see. Some say it’s 84, some say it’s higher. The young’uns were arguing about it, something about a 90 or even a 95 rating on some kinda special card. Whatever that means. They were saying he can become even better, a real star, with a potential of 88, maybe even more. That’s like saying a calf has the potential to grow into a big, strong bull.
- He plays on the left wing, they say. That’s like… uh… like the left side of the field, I guess. Like the left side of my garden, where I plant the tomatoes.
- He’s fast, real fast. Like a chicken chasing after a bug. They say he can run past them defenders like they’re standing still. Reminds me of my old rooster, always running around the yard causing trouble.
- He kicks with his right foot, mostly. And he’s got some fancy footwork, they call it “skill moves.” He can dribble the ball, you know, move it around real quick, like a squirrel hiding nuts.
They also talk about his “weak foot.” Seems like he’s not as good with his left foot. Well, nobody’s perfect, right? Even my best laying hen sometimes gives me a bad egg. And he’s not a big fella, about 5 foot 10, they say. That ain’t tall, but he’s quick, like I said, fast and nimble.
Now, in this game, you can buy and sell players, like trading chickens at the market. This Martinelli, he ain’t cheap, see. They were saying he costs about 1,200 coins, whatever those are. Sounds like a lot of money to me. Probably enough to buy a whole flock of chickens! This boy’s got a release clause, too. Something like 121.5 million Euros. Euros? That’s some fancy money they use over there in Europe. That’s more money than I’ve seen in my whole life, I tell ya. More than old man Johnson had when he sold his prize pig.
Gabriel Martinelli, that’s his name. Born on June 18th, another young’un with a birthday. He’s got high work rates, they say. That means he runs a lot, puts in a lot of effort. Like a good farmhand, always working hard from sunrise to sunset. And they say he’s got a “lean body type.” Well, of course, he’s a young fella, hasn’t had time to get all thick around the middle like some of us old folks. He weighs about 165 pounds, they say. That ain’t much, is it?
He’s got a real face in the game, apparently. Not some made-up cartoon face. That’s important, I guess. Like knowing the difference between a real egg and a fake one. And they talk about his “international reputation.” Sounds fancy, right? Means he’s known all over the world, I reckon. Like that fancy preacher that came to town last summer, everyone knew about him.
So, that’s the lowdown on this Gabriel Martinelli fella in FC24, as best as I can understand it. He’s a young, fast, and skillful player with a lot of potential. He’s like a good, strong sapling, just waiting to grow into a mighty tree. He plays for Arsenal, they say, over there in England and in this FC24 game, this boy he’s a big deal.
Seems like these young folks get real worked up about this game. Me, I’d rather be out in the garden, tending to my chickens and my vegetables. But it’s good to understand what these youngsters are up to, right? Makes it easier to talk to them, even if it does sound like a whole lot of gibberish half the time. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed them chickens. They’re probably squawking up a storm by now.
