Today is the day. It is currently 6:30pm and I am on a coach to Old Trafford with my team. I can feel the excitement and nerves begin to fill inside of me. I know the lads feel exactly the same. The coach parks outside of the legendary stadium and we all get off and make our way to the dressing rooms.
After about 15 minutes we go out to the pitch to start the warm and and you can see the stands begin to fill full of Manchester United fans hoping that their can somehow find a way to win this match. The away stands fill with Juventus fans hoping the opposite to the United fans.
I'm sat on the bench when I notice someone in a Juventus warm up kit making his way over to this area. Then I notice that its not just any Juventus player. It's him.
That's Cristiano Ronaldo.
I start to feel extremely nervous, like I'm about to embarrass myself at any moment. He comes to a stop in front of John and they begin talking. I know that they know each other since John told me that he was here when Ronaldo used to play for us and they were pretty close. They start to catch up and I focus on my team warming up to keep myself from staring. That is until I hear my name being called.
"Yes!" I say turning to face him.
"Come here. This, as you probably already know is Cristiano Ronaldo" he says introducing me to the very tall and very handsome Portuguese man stood in front of me.
"Hi, I'm Alyssa Watson. It's a pleasure to meet you" I say extending my arm, holding my hand out for a handshake.
"The pleasure is all mine Miss Watson" he said excepting my outstretched hand.
"Oh no! Please call me Alyssa. Miss Watson is way to formal" I say with a little giggle letting go of his hand.
"Okay then, Alyssa" he said. I love the way my name sounded when he said it.
"I know this may be totally inappropriate but I am a huge fan and I was wondering if there is any chance you will take a photo with me?" I ask, kind of embarrassed that I even opened my mouth.
"Of course!" He words took me by surprise and so does his next move. Once I had passed my phone to John he slings his arm over my shoulders and pulled me close to his body. Once the photo was taken and John handed me back my phone, we both looked at the photo "can I have your Instagram so you can send me that?" This again took my by surprise but of course I agreed to it.
He asked me to write it down since his phone was in the dressing room and he couldn't go on it till the end of the match so he would probably forget it. I said ok and handed him the small slip of paper with my user name on it. He thanked me and said goodbye to me and John before catching up with the Juventus players and walking back through the tunnel. A huge smile spread across my face, I can't believe that just happened.
The game starts shortly after and straight from kick off Juventus have a chance with Ronaldo swinging the ball in from the right. Luckily for United, the player couldn't get there and the ball went out for a goal kick. We had a chance after that but nothing came of it.
About 10 minutes later Ronaldo swings the ball in from the right again but this time Paulo Dybala was a able to get his head to it and bury the ball in the back of the net to make it 1-0 to Juventus 17 minutes in. Both teams had a few more chances but nothing came of them. We had a brilliant chance but unfortunately the keeper saved Rashford's amazing shot. The teams went down the tunnel at half time, one team disappointed, the other pretty pleased.
Nothing really happened in the second half. There were some great chances at each end but no one managed to score. I had to run into the pitch to help Luke Shaw after he was involved in a bad tackle but he was okay. I also had to assess Marcus Rashford after he went down but he was also fine after a minute or two.
The final whistle blew and the players made there way down the tunnel. I went to walk with Marcus but a player dressed in black and white stepped in my way.
"How does it feel to have lost?" I look up and my blue eyes meet his gorgeous brown ones.
"Ha ha, very funny. Don't get to used to the winning feeling mate because you will be experiencing the losing feeling in a week and a half when we play you again" I smile sarcastically at him.
"Will I now?" He says in his deep Portuguese accent.
"Yea you will" I look up at him and we both just start laughing. As we walk he starts talking. I look up at him as he towers over me. I'm 5'3 and he is 6'4 so as you can tell there is a pretty big height gap between me and him.
"So Alyssa, you said you have been a fan for a while, how long is that while?"
"I have been a United fan since I was 6 so 2001 and you joined in 2003 so since you were 18 and I was 8"
"Wow that is a long time. And you supported me for that long?"
"Well there was a period in 2009 and 2010 were I hated you for leaving United because you were my favourite player and I was completely in love with you" I say laughing. "But eventually I liked you again and i would watch any Real Madrid game that I could and now any Juventus game that I can" He laughed at me and looked at me with a huge smile and there was a little sparkle in his eyes.
We continue to walk down the tunnel just laughing and talking. We come to a stop and we're about to go separate ways when he turns to me and says "Well it was lovely meeting you Alyssa and I will see you again in a week and a half"
"It was amazing meeting you too and thanks for the photo, it means a lot"
"No problem. Don't forget to send me that"
"I won't" I smile. He pulls me in for a hug and I wrap my arms around his neck and his go around my waist. We say our final goodbyes before going separate ways. I can't believe I met and got a photo with the Cristiano Ronaldo and had a full conversation with him. He is an amazing man and player and I have been so lucky as to meet him today.
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My Unexpected Soulmate ||| Cristiano Ronaldo 🤍
FanficAlyssa Watson is just your average physiotherapist at Manchester United. She has never lived life in the spotlight and her only ties to fame are her friends. What will happen when one day she meets her favourite footballer at a match? Cristiano Rona...