You are a young aspiring designer, your father is one of the heads of Dior. You moved to Paris from Manchester for his job. You have everything you could ever wish for, and more but deep down you wanna work for something that is only yours and in th...
A nice semi-cloudy day; the grass was freshly cut, there was a breeze at the start of autumn, and the stadium was slowly filling up with eager fans who could not wait for the match to start.
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"Perfect day for a match, don't you think?" My dad asked as we made our way to our seats.
"Definitely," I said, admiring the view as we entered the VIP area.
"This is very nice, Mr Y/l/n," B said to my dad.
"Thank you, Béatrice," he said, "I only watch the games in style."
"I can see," she responded.
We took our seats and watched as the stadium filled with even more club fans.
"Who are we supporting?" B leaned over to ask.
"I don't support any team in Ligue 1," I answered, "so, I guess today we are just supporting Neymar, hence PSG."
"Why don't you support anyone here?" B asked.
"Because she's loyal to her premier league team," my dad answered.
"What's that?" B asked.
"The English league," I answered, "I support Manchester United."
"Can't you support more?" she asked.
"Of course, you can," I responded, "I just don't want to."
"Alright, weirdo," she said, and I chuckled, "how about you, Mr Y/l/n?"
"Manchester United, PSG and Real Madrid," he said.
"Alright, that's a lot. I'll just stick to my home towns team, PSG," she said.
"Great choice," my dad said, "the most fashionable football club they are signing with Dior soon."
"I'm going to be visiting you a lot at your job," B whispered to me.
I laughed and turned to my dad, "Will they work with Kim Jones?"
"Yes," he clarified, "they will model some of this formal wear."
"I always did like a man in a suit," Béatrice whispered again.
This time I laughed harder and asked my dad more questions about the collaboration between the club and the fashion house.
"You two, stop working; the players are entering the field," B mentioned, and so we redirected our attention to the field.
Both teams entered their lines and formed a single line to sing the national anthem. After that, they greeted each other, and the two captains did heads or tails to see who would start the match. Lyon won.
So, both teams got into position and Lyon was centred with the ball since they won the coin toss. The referee blew his whistle, and it was kick-off time.
Lyon did a good job coordinating their moves and keeping the ball away from PSG, so much so that they scored the first goal 8 minutes into the game. This was when PSG started getting all riled up.
"What just happened?" B asked.
"Your team is losing by one goal," I answered.
"What?! Someone call Ney and tell him to go harder," she said.
"I think they will; they have a strong quad," I replied.
The game carried on, and not much happened, just a lot of defence and a bit of offence. Then it was halftime.
"This is kinda exciting," B admitted.
"I'm you're enjoying it," I said, "I think the second half will be better."
We spent halftime snacking and talking about the players.
"And who was that tall one?" she asked.
"What number?" I asked.
"3, I think," she responded.
"Presnel Kimpembe, he is a cool dude," I answered.
"How about 2?" she asked.
"Achraf Hakimi," I answered, "good defender."
The players started coming out again, and B pointed out to the field, "and who's that, number 7?"
"That is Kylian Mbappe," my dad said proudly.
"The golden boy of PSG," I added.
"He is kinda cute," B said.
"Outstanding player," my dad said.
"Let's see if he saves the team today," I said, "as always."
The match carried on, and this time, it was a bit more heated; they were giving it everything they had. All of a sudden, Thilo Kehrer scored for PSG. B and dad hoisted from their chairs and cheered.
"THAT WAS AWESOME!" she yelled, "and he is talented and cute!"
"Thilo Kehrer," I answered before she could ask.
"Married?" she asked.
"No," I answered.
"Then I'm asking Ney to hook me up," she said, and we all laughed.
After a while, Kylian made a brilliant attempt to score, but sadly, it wasn't a goal. Still an admirable effort.
Unfortunately, the game ended in a tie, much to the team's disappointment, but it was still a great match.
My dad talked to his friends while B and I had a small tour of the stadium as we waited for Ney to come out. We went out to the field when the stadium was empty and felt like literal ants. It was enormous and beautiful.
Then we saw some of the memorabilia the stadium kept, including some trophies the club has won and the different kits. Lastly, we went to the gift shop where B insisted on purchasing the team's shirt with her name on the back along with hoodies and shorts.
After the shopping, we went to the player's exit, where we found Ney.
"Hey, guys!" He greeted with hugs.
"Hi, great game, Ney, you even made me a fan," B said, showing him her shopping bag.
"I'm glad," he said with his chipper smile.
"Now, I have a favour to ask you," she put his arm around him, and they walked a bit in front of me.
I stayed back not to get in the middle of her stepping up situation. I looked back and saw Julian Draxler and Marco Verratti. Both people I've met before, so I go back to greet them.
"For a second, I thought you weren't in Paris anymore," Julian said.
"I was just studying," I explained, "but now, I'm free to watch you guys all the time."
"So you are coming to the party this weekend?" Marco asked.
"What party?" I asked.
"My party," Ney said as he popped up next to me with B.
"And yes, we are going," B said.
We continued to talk a bit more, and then I saw Kylian come out of the stadium. I wanted to go up to him and tell him how much I liked his attempt to say to him.
He said goodbye to his teammates, and when he got close to me, I said, "hi, I really liked..."
"No fans please," he said, turned around and left.
"Don't feel offended," Marco said, "he just really hates not winning."
"I'll try not to, I guess," I said.
Okay, then, not going to try that again. We eventually finished our conversations and plans for Saturday and headed home.
