New Romantics || j. rodriguez

Chapter 19: El Clasico ( Unedited )

Scarlet's Point of View

I would be playing the full game of El Clasico today, and if you added everyone in the locker room, I'd probably still be more nervous than all of them combined. I sat down in the away locker room dressed in my uniform, thinking about all then outcomes that could happen in this match. "Hey you're going to do great, and if reports say you did bad, just think about how much more fun you're having than them." Sergio comforted me.

My eyes widened, I wasn't even thinking of the reporters until now. I just nodded, and continued to think of all the things that could go wrong. "Come on boys! And Scarlet! Let's win this game! Real Madrid y nada mas!" Carlo cheered, "Now go out there and show Camp Nou that we belong here!"

We walked the long hallways filled with pictures of Barcelona legends, and that only added to my nerves. Both teams were now lined up in front of the door, and we had to stand there for a few minutes. I looked over to the Barcelona defense. Mathieu, Pique, Dani Alves, and Marc. Right when I was Pique and Marc together I knew this would be a bigger challenge than I thought I would. Players like Iniesta and Neymar were coming down, and shaking the players hands, so I got ready for my secret handshake I made up with Neymar months ago.

"Don't score goals on me now Scar." Neymar joked as he double high fived, then jumped up and bumped shoulders.

"I would never." Once I said that I got flashbacks of when I spent the night at James house, the first time.

"Hey, you alright?" Neymar's voice broke me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, good luck tonight."

I walked over to Messi and Mascherano, "Hey guys! Can't wait for international break!"

"What?" Mascherano scrunched his face up in confusion.

"Long story short I was adopted, and I'll be spending the next week with you guys in Argentina, I think. Depends if Martino wants me to play." I shrugged.

"That's amazing! We can all score goals together and be unstoppable!" Messi put his hand up for a high five.

I laughed clapping my hands against Lionel's, "See you guys after the game." I left towards Marc, who was pointing at me to come over. "Yes?"

"I want to say good luck, and I am sorry in advance if I do a tackle on you, and it hurts." Marc scratched the back of his head.

"No problem, best of luck to you tonight. Sorry in advance when I score a goal on your team, and it hurts your feelings." I left to the Real Madrid side.

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Real started off with the ball, and immediately I got it. I dribbled around Iniesta, but then passed to Marcelo. It was just passing around, and close chances until Barcelona got a free kick. Leo was taking it, and we lined up. I was guarding Pique, which wasn't a fair fight, because I am just 5"6' while he is 6"4'. I watched the ball in what seemed slow motion, first, Messi kicked a beautiful shot, and everyone jumped up, and Mathieu headed it. It shot through Iker's reach, and scored a goal. I fell to my knees, and held my head in shame, I could have done so much to stop that from being a goal, but I would never blame Iker for that. "Sorry Scar." Marc shouted running in front of me to go celebrate with Barcelona.

With those two words I felt a passion burn within me. I was going to score. I was going to celebrate I front of Marc's face too. I got up from the ground, and brushed grass off of me while walking towards my position.

Isco passed me the ball, and I fired down the field. I went past the midfield, and now I was going four on one with defense. I looked around and saw Cristiano was open, but was offside. I tipped by head back in a way to tell him to come forward. He responded, and I passed to him.

Once he had the ball, I ran up to keep defenders off him. It seemed as Marc had the idea of challenging me, so he followed. Dani was taking Cris on, so passed to me, and kept Dani distracted. We were racing, and I ended up out running him. Once I did a fancy trick on him to show off, he tackled me. I kicked the ball as hard as I could with my weak foot, before going down. I fell to the ground with my hands flying to my ankle feeling blood pouring out. I heard fans cheer, as we were at Cam Nou, and some boo. James came running yelling at Marc for causing me pain, and I was sure it was him, because I don't think anyone else would a call a person, 'as disgusting as a burnt tortilla' besides James. "Get a doctor!" I yelled in pain squeezing my eyes shut.

"Marc what the hell? You know that she can't take as hard of hits! You are an idiot!" I heard the familiar voice of Neymar scream at his teammate, before coming to hold my ankle to stop the blood.

I felt hands pick me up, and I looked to see who it was. Nearly everyone form both teams were here, "Did it go in?" I asked Isco, who was carrying me.

He smiled before nodding, "But nobody cheered?" I asked confused.

"They were too busy looking at you to notice I guess. Plus, were in Barcelona, I don't think there is any Real Madrid fans here." Isco payed me down on the side of the field by the doctors.

"Can you just wrap it up? I want to finish the game." I questioned the team doctor.

"You are crazy, you know that right?" the doctor grinned as he put the new sock, and wrap on. "Those are the kind of players that I enjoy watching." He finalized, "Now go score some more goals." He patted me on the back.

"Thank you! I will hopefully!" I ran as best as I could back on the field with a smile on my face hearing the small amount of Real fans cheer seeing my face again. One- one, but not for long.

Authors Note;

I'm painting James Rodriguez currently, and I think it going pretty good so far. I'll show you guys when I'm done with it. Yeah I don't have much to say, but DORTMUND IS WON!! I'm so happy right now, they are my favorite German club, and it makes me happy to see them happy. I'm sad about Marco's and Mats' injuries though. How do you manage to break your hip at 25?? He surprises me sometimes. If there's any mistakes I'm sorry, but this chapter is going unedited.