Soccer Or Pain { Cristiano Ronaldo}

Chapter 1- missing him.

Lizete's Pov
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I haven't finished coping over my fathers death, after when my mom gotten re-married she seems happy she doesn't remember him. My father was my soccer coach ever since I was 3 years old, he trained me everyday even if he had to miss work. He was on his way home to pick me up to go practice.. Until the incident happened. I trained hard every day to complete my goal my father wanted me to achieve when I was young. My step-dad pulled me out of soccer to join a private school for girls, he thinks soccer is a guy sport. My mother doesn't do anything.

Enough of my sappy bullshit, I know my father is watching over me and I need to make him proud! I grabbed my low cut sneakers since my step father sold my superfly cleats. I wore my loose shorts and a Barcelona jersey my father got me for my 7th birthday. I grabbed my bag and left. The closest field was ciudad Real Madrid private property, nobody was on it anyway. I threw my bag over and hopped the fence, the ground was stable and cut perfectly.

I started to stretch letting my whole body not feel tense. I started to practice juggling and shooting, curving the ball into the top corner of the goal. I haven't felt the warm sun on my tanned skin in a week. I started to practice free-styling. My stepfather started to call, I couldn't live with them anymore, my mother cannot afford me to find an apartment and nobody will hire me. my anger got the better of me. I kicked the ball with my toe into the net, my life was so different without my father. I sat on the field for a couple of minutes feeling the breezing blowing wind on my face, sweat running down my cheeks

"hey! You can't be on here this is private property!" A man said with an Portugal accent.

"Yeah, I know" I said grabbing my ball. Kicking it back at my bag.

I gave the man a nasty look

"I was just practicing not cooing over Real Madrid players" I said crossing my arms.

The man chuckled and put his hands on his waist. "what a classic Barcelona fan"

Lizete shrugged at the man "oh well, can't complain Lionel Messi is the best."

The footballer frowned and looked down, "you don't even know who i am do you?" The man asked crossing his arms. Lizete nodded her head as she put her bag over her shoulder, "Your Cristiano Ronaldo, now you excuse me i have to go." Lizete replied walking away from the footballer. Lizete had never really seen the interest of men, no matter how good looking they were, running up and down a field after a ball; She never took an interest in those type of guys.

Lizete threw her bag over the fence and hopped it. the footballer frowned as he watched the young brunette leave he'd never have a chance to see her again. Lizete arrived back home to her step father freaking out and hitting the young girl. lizete tried to push her step father off of her, the brunette ran to her room, in tears the brunette stared at the Barcelona posters on her walls and medals, she couldn't let her step father ruin  her dreams she could hear her mother and step father fighting in the background. the brunette rolled over and thought about cristiano, a miss opportunity to get an autograph and afford the new superflys she always wanted.

the footballer trained hard with his team, he concentrated on the young girl he met this morning, her skills; speed and accuracy was on point. The footballer mind was  slacking he was clueless on what to do, besides wanting to find that girl again. "Cristiano!, stop slacking por favor " the head coach yelled as he crossed his arms as there big game was versing Barcelona. The wind rushed past the footballer as he set his focus on the practice.

{A/N  Well, the first chapter aint bad, please like for the chapter :o. im probably gonna update tomorrow but idk when ((: tyvm for reading!~}