A Dangerous Life (A Real Madrid Story)

Chapter 2- The Girl Coach

        Fabio's POV-

        Why Jose put Sheila in charge of us and of coaching, I will never understand. I mean I know that she lives and breathes football but still. They have 2nd coaches for a reason. I mean seriously! The last thing that we need is a girl coaching us. For all we know, she could make us all get injured from training for too long.

        "Hey, Fabio, did you hear what I just said." Jose questioned me, bringing me back to reality.

         "Sorry, no Jose. What did you say?" I asked him.

          "I said, you'd better be nice to my niece or I'll kick you off the team." He turned and walked away.

           "Hey, Fabian, you coming?" Sheila asked me. I turned to face her.

           "Where?"

            "Duh, to Benji's house." She shook her head and turned around.

            "Shea, you do realize that you have no car right now?" I laughed walking up to her.

            "Oh right. It's still at my house." She blushed in embarrassment.

            "Tell you what, I'll drive you home. That way you can drive to Benzema's house that way." I suggested to her.

Sheila's POV-

             "That would be good. Thanks Coentrao." I walked away from him before realizing that I had no idea where his car was. I looked behind me and saw that he was trying his best not to laugh at me again.

 Later that day-

              "Benji! Long time no see bro." I screamed and hugged Karim Benzema.

               "Are managers supposed to act like this?" He asked me. I shrugged and walked into his kitchen. 

              "Right now I don't care. I just want to be Real Madrid's famous best friend, born in the capital of Portugal." I hugged Bale, who was taking popcorn out of the microwave. 

              Fabio, Cris, and Sami were sitting at the kitchen table. Iker, Sergio, and Pepe were standing around the sink, chatting. Kaka, Mesut, Morata, and Modric were all sitting in front of the tv, watching cartoons. I rolled my eyes at them. 

             "Okay! Our temporary coach is here, so we must act natural." Cris said in Spanish. When he says that, it usually means that Portuguese music is going to follow and Iker and Sergio are going to start a conga line. Which is exactly what they did. I laughed and took out my soccer ball from my purse. 

             "YOU KEEP A FRIGGING FOOTBALL IN YOUR PURSE!!!" Fabio yelled, looking in complete shock at the football. 

             "Also a retractable baseball bat from America." I nodded my head. He shook his head and looked at the captains, who by now had almost all the other players joining in and singing at the top of their lungs. It sounded so ear-piercing. Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I took it out and answered it.

               "Sheila!" I heard my best friends all shout at the same time. I put the phone 3 feet away from my ear. Fabio and Sami looked at me and started to laugh. I shot them both death glares. 

               "What is so important that you had to interrupt my meeting with my players?" I acted like an actual football manger. It shocked me to know that my uncle's manager attitude was rubbing off on me. 

                "Uh! Neys called and was wondering...when are you free to go to Barcelona and visit the Catalonians?" Michelle rushed the end of the question that I nearly didn't understand her. 

               "Tell him that I'm busy being a manager and will not be able to meet the boys until the Clasico in a month." I knew that I was going to have to stay with the boys until Jose got back from his vacation with my aunt.

Kaka's POV:

            I was beginning to wonder if having Sheila as our temporary coach was going to be fun. I mean, she did already try to make us all smile with some of her stupid jokes. Plus, she pulled out her football that she apparently keeps in her purse "for protect against evil people."

           "I still have to get ready of the Madrid concert in a month." She told her friends on the phone.

            "Haven't you at least written the lyrics for the song yet?" Sydney asked her. Sydney was pretty funny at tines when it wasn't the most appropriate. According to Sheila, Sydney is the eldest of the girls but acts like the youngest at times. 

             "NO" Sheila yelled. I was standing right next to her so when she yelled, it was really close to my ear. Cris and Iker smirked at me and I stuck my tongue out at them. 

             Two hours later, the team and I were all in the backyard talking about the next game when we heard giggling from inside the house. Cris and Marcelo exchanged glances and ran into the house. I followed behind them. Fabio and Sergio behind me. We got into to the kitchen and found the girls all covered in flour and dough. 

             Sheila was standing on the kitchen table shouting at the other 4 girls to stop messing around. I looked over at Sergio, who looked at me. We exchanged looks. Marcelo looked like he was about to laugh at them. Fabio ruined the moment by sneaking up behind Sheila and gently pushed her a bit. She nearly fell when she saw that Fabio behind her. 

             "Fabio! You son of a bitch! What were you thinking?" She basically screamed at him. The rest of us were trying our hardest not to laugh at the scene in of us. Fabio was holding Sheila in his arms with her back on his chest. Sydney walked up to us. She was the only one, other than Sheila, who wasn't covered in flour. 

             "So...what do you boys want?" Sydney asked us. I swear I saw her look at me for a second. 

             "We were just wondering what the hell was going on in the house. Now we have our answer so we  shall now leave." I smiled and dragged the now laughing mess of a Fabio and Marcelo out of the room. Sergio had Cris behind him.