*at Brazil*
Neymar's POV
I have been a Barca fan since I was a kid and i always dreamed of playing at Barcelona but now.. it's scary. I'm going to play for Barcelona in my next match.. And I only have a week to say goodbye to my family and My friends.
I'm a very good player. I even played for Brazil's national team since I was 16. but playing for Barcelona? wow. Im actually going to play beside Messi. the LIONEL MESSI. my idol
I played for santos for five years so it's hard for me to say goodbye. every player that I played with at santos made me feel happy and comfortable. We never got in any serious fight. We all understood each other perfectly
but what about Barcelona? If I gave them a bad first impression they are going to hate me forever. And forever is a very long time since I signed a 5 years contract with them
or what if I didn't play well and the fans hate me? No it won't happen. I'm an awesome player. Right..?
"Come on ney you know they are going to love you" said rafaella. My sister. She always knows what I think about even if I didn't say anything "but-". "No buts ( butts هههههه ) . They will love you. Plus Dani is there so even if they didn't actually like you they will pretend to. Because they like Dani". "Wow ok thanks"
"Also aren't rafinha there? You play together for brazil and from the pictures you seem to get along so you shouldn't worry about that". "Alright.. I'm going to miss you though". "I'm going to miss you too" she hugged me and we stayed like this for some minutes
"You're not going to get rid of me that easily. I'm visiting at least once a month". "You have too".
A week passed quickly and I finally arrived at Barcelona. I bought a small apartment to stay at because no one is staying with me and I didn't have the time to look for a big house
Tomorrow is my first practice with my new team and if I ruined it... no. No more thinking about tomorrow. I laid at my bed and stared at the ceiling for what felt like five minutes until someone called me and interrupted my relaxing time
oh it's James. "Hello James!". "Hii ney.. you're finally in Spain right? We should meet up!". "have you ever thought about what people are going to say when they see a Barcelona player hanging out with a Real Madrid one? I need to hang out with Barcelona's players first." I asked sarcastically. There was a long pause so I think he got what I meant
"Okay ummm...You can come to my house. Or I can come to yours it's not important but we HAVE to meet up". I chuckled "sure". "Why did you have to go to barca man. Real Madrid is much better". "اهم شي هو مقتنع" ( in English ). "I'm serious. The players here are great. Plus I'm going to pity you when we beat your asses". "We'll see. You are literally talking about beating BARCELONA. Man you really don't think before you speak".
"Whatever you say" we talked for 2 more hours and it was 9 pm already so I decided to sleep early so I don't be late to practice . While I was trying to sleep. I heard my phone buzz so I checked it because it might be important
That's actually not the reason I just don't want to sleep but whatever. It was from Barcelo.. my? Our coach and it says "tomorrow's practice starts at 9. See you at the camp nou" ( اسم ملعب برشلونه ) shit I'm really going to play with them. My stomach started to hurt but I tried to not think about it and sleep
*tomorrow*
I woke up at 7am which is not a very long time for me to eat breakfast and choose what to wear AND DO MY HAIR. So I decided to skip breakfast and start working on how I look and if there is some time left maybe I can eat something
