One In A Million

Chapter 32

04/11/2014

Brooke's POV

" - "Don't forget to come one hour earlier before the game kick off, Missing you baby, love you ♥" - I found a free time to scroll down my phone and read Marco's text message. Tonight will be a very important match, as it is the second leg of the Champions League, against Galatasaray. The game will be played at the Signal Iduna Park, and the atmosphere will be on fire like every home games. But tonight's game will be something more significant as it's a Champions League. The fans will root for their team till the end with an unconditional support, and the Black/Yellow wall will have the appearance of an alive wall painting. Thinking about it gives me some gooseflesh. I love it to be at the Dortmund's stadium, that place has something of magic and unique. Even though I've been visiting only that amazing stadium until now, it will remain my favorite one. What also is making that happy, is that my little sister arrived since yesterday, she had decided to spend one the two weeks of special holiday the school gives to their students, what a lucky girl. She said, she absolutely couldn't miss this Champions League game, and to meet the entire team, The captain, the coach Klopp, a whole already heavy planned, whatever, I'm only so happy to have her with me for this whole week. I hope those good moments will help me to survive what I'm going through with that anxiety and constant fear hitting hard on me. I just can't forget him, his face, I can't forget I saw him here, a place I have chosen to start my new life. He is not allowed to invade my clean circle I've build little by little, starting from nothing and on new basis. I'm pretty sure he has something to do with the strange text messages I've been receiving on my phone, all send from an unknown number. I just don't want to live again what I've been through two years ago, not again. I will not survive to live in such terror."

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Signal Iduna Park

As I had expected it, the stadium was on fire, and the Black/Yellow wall so alive, it was so spectacular and magnificent at the same time. We could clearly hear them singing some German bvb09 songs and shouting so loudly, as we were sitting closely to the famous wall. I had VIP pass and tickets to sat in the VIP seats, but I never was at ease with the VIP things, and I disliked that area. It was known to be the best area of the stadium to see a game, but honestly not in my opinion, it was just too clear, and everybody could have an eye on you, it was too naked. So Sophia and I decided to sit at the seats near of the pitch, the best place to see all of the actions going on there, it was so clear. I could hear the players screaming at each others, and coach kloppo yelling the instructions at his men, what a thrill, I loved it. My sister was so focused and dreaming that if an elephant was passing by she might unnoticed it, she was so into the match, watching attentively every players, the ball, every actions, she just loved football, like me. She was having a great time, despite of the fact that Captain Mats was unable to play due to an injury, poor her, she was really disappointed when I had to announce her Mats was injured, one of her wish ever was to meet him.

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I looked at Marco with concern, when a player from Galatasaray fouled on him with a tackle causing Marco to fall down. Every time he was being pushed or dragged down, my heart beaten faster, and my worry rose to the extreme, the fear of seeing him injured again was too high, and dangerous as well. He rose gently by himself and walked normally, and got quickly back to his running rhythm, damn, I sighed from relief seeing he was okay. What got me on the nerves was that the referee hasn't give the galatasaray player a yellow card or a warning, because it was deserved. Sometimes I never got that point, how some referees were so dumb, simply stupid or doing it on purpose.

"Don't you worry sissy, your baby Marco is a rock." Sophia said patting my shoulder, as she had a large smile on her face. Her face was sparkling of joy, she was breathing football.