Wildest Dreams (COMPLETED)

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Two words. Semi finals. They make your life harder and make you visit a cardiac disease specialist at the age of thirty. In some cases, semi finals lead to a broken table or a door.

Don't ask how. I don't know how I broke the coffee table. Twice.

Once again, I am at the stadium, this time we are in London.

Having the chance to travel around Europe so much, gave me the chance to see and learn so many new things. I mainly tried new food, but this is another story.

Also gave me the opportunity to buy my dress for the wedding reception after the ceremony.

I don't know how many people would do this, but I surely did it.

Now it sits in my suitcase, ready to be taken home after all of the that traveling.

" You ready to leave Athena?"

I let go of the silky champagne coloured fabric and grabbed my bag.

" Yeah, let's go Vika."

...

" That was hell of first half!"

" I might need to see a doctor!"

" I am going to need more alcohol if they keep doing that!"

Two red cards and two penalties to explain it simpler.

Neither France, nor Spain were taking it easy on my mental health today.

As on call, twenty minutes into the game, Sergio Ramos tackled Antoine.

Not gonna lie, I think my heart stopped in that moment.

In addition to that, my well trained eyes of a physiotherapist could tell his shoulder was that close to being dislocated. Luckily he played the whole forty-five minutes, but there is no chance he will finish the game.

Before me and rest of the girls managed to get on our feet, in a blink of an eye, Lucas was ready to raise hell and fight the Spaniard. Shit escalated quickly.

Theo, who was only a few seats away from where I was, jumped of his seat and ran to fight alongside his older brother.

Seriously, someone has to do a better job in trying to not have fans on pitch so easily. Even I managed to do it.

After Theo joined the whole show, Isco was quick to let everyone know he was also there.

The referee, Michael Oliver, didn't hesitate and showed both Lucas and Ramos a straight red card and awarded penalty to France.

1-0.

Just before the half time whistle, Alvaro Morata was fouled inside the box.

Unfortunately for Spain, he missed from the spot.

" Athena? Athena, you okay?"

Hazel asked me and I was forced to move my eyes from the pitch.

" I have to agree with Vika. I will need some beer. Or maybe something stronger."

We laughed at my words, when Rory pointed towards the pitch.

" Oli is getting in! Go smash them big bro!"

Aurora cheered on her big brother and he immediately spotted her.

Sending a kiss her way and a wink in my direction.

One more half to go.

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We. Are. Going. To. The. Final.