Info:
Sorry, this story is on hold due to two reasons:
1) There will be a documentary "Georgina" that will supply lots of info and I would like to see it first 2) I focus on a project I have finished to publish step-by-step
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G.O.A.T. - The g...
Author's note: Welcome to the first chapter. As it is a first try I would really appreciate your feedback. Do you want more details? Do you want more conversations? Please let me know. :)
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Mara breathed in the air smelling of -yuuuck- beer and all the sweaty bodies chanting all around her. The whole crowd dressed up in red and green like herself.
But it was also smelling of excitement, if that sounds possible.
Her pulse was speeding though she had little else to do then to smile, clap and watch others do a tremendous amount of sport. Running and sprinting for 90 minutes, that WAS a truly brutal workout if you asked her.
Even though not being on the pitch kicking the ball, her pulse felt as if she was doing 90 minutes of workout herself.
Every time her man - Yes, ladies all around you better heard that right! He was HER MAN! - was even remotely in the same area as the ball she could not help it and almost stopped breathing.
"AHHHHHHHHH" she screamed with everyone else when her man sent the ball flying just inches off the crossbar.
That was close and there were just minutes from the end of the game, still no goals on either side. They needed the win, they really did.
Who the hell decided to create a death group?! It was just bloody ridiculous to put the reigning champion (whop whop yes it was our team!) with bloody FRANCE and GERMANY into one preliminary group?!?! It was just so stupid and by far the hardest challenge.
"Please" she whispered as she watched on. "You can do this!" she added, closing her eyes while citing the mantra, she had said so many times to herself over the last years. This time in support for the team on the field not herself.
The loud noises faded into the background while her mantra made her mind wander back to THAT day.
