Katana's POV
"Well that's shocking." I say as I look at a certain post on twitter.
Beth Mead is moving to Lyon to be with her girlfriend Daniëlle van de Donk.
I don't blame her, I just don't know why she'd go since she'll probably get less game time.
"That it is." Emma says from the seat across from me.
"Here Bubba." Tobin says as she hands me the line-up for tonight's match then I look at the line-up.
1-Katana Solo
2-Sofia Huerta
4-Alana Cook
12-Tierna Davidson
3-Emily Fox
6-Jaelin Howell
5-Sam Mewis
16-Rose Lavelle
23-Christen Press
14-Talia Martin(C)
9-Sophia SmithI can't believe I'm making my debut tonight against the Netherlands.
After I look at the line-up, I pass it to the row behind me then I love on my pups for the remainder of the ride to the stadium.
Once at Johan Cruyff Arena, the bus parks then everyone gets off and heads to the locker room.
When we get to the locker room, everyone puts their stuff down in their respective lockers.
Once my stuff is in my locker, my teammates and I head outside for the pitch inspection.
After we've inspected the pitch, my teammates and I head back to the locker room.
When I get to my locker I take my AirPods out, I take out my nose ring, I take off my necklaces and my rings, then I put my jewelry and AirPods in my bag.
Once I'm jewelry free I take off my tracksuit and put my dark brown locs up in a ponytail then I put on my short sleeve pink undershirt, my warm up top, and I put on my game shorts.
I then sit down in my locker and put on my socks, my shin pads and my red and gold boots.
After my boots are on I tape my wrists, hands, and fingers then I put on my grayish blue keeper gloves
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