The GOAT Returns:Reincarnated to dominated Football again

The sun beat down on the field as Tom stepped behind the center, his fingers grazing the rough laces of the football.

Something felt different.

His vision was sharper.

His awareness of the field was crisper.

The moment the ball touched his hands, it was like time slowed down.

This… was Pocket Presence.

A skill he had spent decades mastering in his past life—and now, the System had unlocked it early.

And it was time to use it.

The Drive That Changed Everything

"Blue 42! Blue 42! Set… HUT!"

The ball snapped, and immediately, the defense came charging.

The linemen in front of him? Garbage. No protection, no structure—just a collapsing pocket.

Before, Tommy Bradfield wouldn't have stood a chance.

But Tom Brady?

He felt the pressure before it even arrived.

Step up.

A defensive end lunged at him—he sidestepped effortlessly.

Step back.

A linebacker surged forward—he pivoted away, keeping his eyes downfield.

It was smooth. Fluid. Like second nature.

The crowd watching from the bleachers fell silent.

They had never seen a quarterback move like this.

"HE'S STILL UP!" one of the defenders shouted.

But it was too late.

Tom's eyes locked onto his receiver streaking across the middle.

Perfect separation.

He reared back and fired—

And this time?

The ball snapped through the air like a bullet.

SPIRAL. ACCURATE. DEADLY.

Right into the receiver's hands.

Touchdown.

Silence.

Then—

"HOLY SHIT!"

The sideline exploded.

Even Coach Donahue, who had spent the whole practice laughing at Tom, was wide-eyed.

The same players who had mocked him just hours ago? Now, they were staring at him like he was a different person.

Because he was.

Tom walked off the field, calm and composed, as his receiver spiked the ball in celebration.

Two-zero.

One more touchdown, and the bet was over.

Keller's Meltdown

Keller was livid.

He stomped onto the field, barking at his teammates.

"GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!" he screamed. "We're not losing to this scrub!"

But that was the problem.

They already were.

Tom had done more in two drives than Keller had done all practice.

And the pressure? It was getting to him.

His next pass sailed over his receiver's head.

The one after that? Overthrown again.

His third pass? Nearly picked off.

Tom just stood on the sideline, arms crossed, watching it unfold.

Keller was panicking.

He wasn't playing smart—he was forcing throws, trying to prove something.

And on fourth down, when he tried another deep ball into double coverage—

"INTERCEPTED!"

The defensive back snatched it out of the air and ran it back 40 yards.

Game over.

The bet was won.

Tom Brady was officially the new starting quarterback.

The Aftermath

As Tom jogged off the field, the energy in the air had completely shifted.

Before? People saw him as a benchwarmer, a loser.

Now?

They saw something else.

A leader. A threat. A future star.

Even Coach Donahue, who had spent weeks ignoring him, finally acknowledged him.

"Not bad, Bradfield," the coach muttered, chewing on his whistle. "Keep playing like that, and we might actually win a damn game this year."

Tom just smirked.

That's the plan, Coach.

As he passed by the sideline, Keller sat there, seething.

His spot was gone.

His team? No longer his.

And the worst part?

He knew it.

Tom leaned down, just enough for Keller to hear.

"Hope you enjoy the bench," he said. "It's not so bad once you get used to it."

Keller clenched his fists, but he had no comeback.

Tom had just taken everything from him.

And this?

This was just the beginning.

End of Chapter 5