Thousand Feelings

The Clasico.

"Peep!" The whistle blew and the ball began to roll. The players began to run and play their hearts out as they defended their positions. The crowd yelled as the shoots were missed and when there was close shots. This game was important. It was the game all await for , ir was The Clasico. It meant a lot the the real fans, to the madridistas because the opponent was their rival. Barcelona wasn't an easy team. Both teams had the same amount of control of the ball. The game where you could here every word in the dictionary , mostly words that either offended or prayed the players... This was the game she awaited for, and yet in the stadium she was still in a dream. It was too good to be true... As the game continued she got goosebumps because the opponent would take the ball to her teams side and she would get nervous because Barcelona would have an opportunity of scoring but like always Real Madrid wouldn't let the players go through and they would then have the ball and pass it around till they got to the other side of the field in which they would have a chance to score but it was tough. She watched as the players played with their harts as she saw their face gestures once they made a great pass or a mistake. This was something real that only you could feel once you lived it..
Half time then came around. She took a sip of her drink and took a seat because she was standing most of the time because of all the tension going on. She rooted like crazy, she needed the half time to herself as well. While she was resting, she thought about what the finals score would be and of course she didn't want there to be a tie. She quickly stopped her thought as she saw a man wanting her attention. He smiled and asked "hola como vas?" She didn't expect this to happen but she happily greeted him with a smile and replied " estoy deseperada por que el MADRID no a echo un gol" he giggled and stated "enverdad que sim se nota" and after that, quickly said " estas sola?" He was curious. She responded shortly "Si" the guy then said " no sabes quien soy eu ?" She didn't know what to answer as she looked at him trying to figure out who this man was. " ehh no , perdon... Le conosco?.. Perdon si no lo recuerdo, no es mi intension.." She said shyly. The man laughed and looked at her while she was nervous and felt guilty for not knowing who he was. "No me pidas perdon, no mochos me conosen, solo alguna gente importante e" the announcer interrupted and the stadium weren't crazy as he announced that the game would start in 3 minutes. Her attention then went to the man disappeared. She looked everywhere but couldn't find him. She was confused because she really wanted to know who this man was in the first place and secondly why he came up to her. "This man was important! Where did he go?! " she stated. But then slowly forgot about what had occurred because the boys were coming out for second half to start. They began to play as the referee blew the whistle. She got up and began to support her team like no other. She knew every single one of the players and their positions. So she actually knew what she was rooting for. Her attention was focused on the way Ronaldo juked the players and took them one by one and as he got closer to the penalty box, he decided to give it a shot and shoot.. The audience was yelling of how fascinated they were. All their attention was in the ball that Ronaldo had shot towards the net and quickly they all clapped and cheered as they saw the ball go in through the right top corner. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOL DE CRISTIANO RONALDOOOOO" all the Madridistas yelled along with the commentator. She was so happy that he had scored and watched her favorite celebration he did as he ran towards the corner of the field, jumped super high and turned himself while crossing his arms. She was fascinated and started tearing up of joy... The game went on and the opponent scored. After that goal the tension was real! The ball went back and forth with so many shots going towards both sides. This was nerve recking, nothing compared to what end in back home .