The friendly match between Germany and Portugal didn't go to well. Muller was given a yellow card and almost thrown out of the game. Bastian and ,Cristiano were going at it most of the time and,the swearing and cussing was cut off by the referee with a warning.
Alex was on edge the entire time biting her finger nails. Pacing her way up the sidelines beside her uncle. It was torturous. She couldn't help but keep her eyes peeled and locked on Renaldo to make sure he didn't try anything.
Thankfully the final whistle blew and Germany came away with the win 3-2. Alex hugged her uncle in relief as some of the players exchanged their jerseys in a friendly gesture.
Bastian and Thomas came running towards the sidelines to meet Alex. Just as she glanced to smile at Bastian ,Renaldo came sprinting out of nowhere at him.
NO !!!! Alex screamed as Bastian turned his body just in time to see Thomas throw himself in front to protect his friend.
Bodies colliding in the air,
Renaldo came down hard on top of Thomas , crushing him to the grass carpet of the pitch.
"Thomas!!!!!!" Bastian yells.
Alex and Jogi run at full tilt to the scene of the crime where Thomas lay grasping his knee in shear pain. Crouching down beside his best friend, Bastian is beside himself. Nothing he can do can take the pain away from his friend.
"Fuckkkkkk"... He screams.
"MOVE" ,Alex yells as she pushes the crowd of footballers aside. Renaldo is escorted off the field by FIFA security, as his team entourage follows suit, periodically peering over their shoulders at the clump of German players crowded around the scene.
"Thomas.. move your hand...let me see.." Alex says in a calm voice crouching beside Thomas.
A hush comes over the German team as they look helplessly at Thomas's clearly dislocated knee. Bastian's heart sinks as he sees the shear pain in Thomas's face " Guys I need you to stand back"..Alex says with authority.
"Thomas... I have to pop your knee back in....its going to hurt...but not as bad as it does now..." Jogi signals the medical staff
"DO IT" he says with a weak voice...
"Bastian... hold him..." she says
Bastian grabs Thomas's shoulders an holds him flat to the ground. Looking into his friends eyes...he has nothing but guilt written all over his face.
"Don't look at me like that Basti...it was you or me... this isn't your fault" Thomas says through gritted teeth.
Placing her one hand on the under side of Thomas's thigh, and her other on his ankle, Alex counts to three.
One...Two... Three!
snap!! she forces his knee back into place. Fuck!!!!! Thomas Hollers...
Lifting their friend and team mate onto the stretcher, the guys turn in amazement to glance at Alex. "Get ice on that immediately", she say to the medical staff.
"Good work Doc" Manuel says... "Way to go Alex"..Mario replies
"Just doing my job"...she says as she rises to run her hands through her brown wavy hair.
Bastian runs his hands over his face as the guys one by one pat him on the back in support..
"Guys...hes going to be fine.....he WILL play again" Alex says with pure determination.
" now if you will excuse me....i have something to take care of..." stepping past the guys, Alex with pure adrenaline walks in brisk fashion towards the underground tunnel that lead to the locker rooms.
" where the hell is she going?? Mario says
"Ahhhh.... guys...Manuel says.... " ahhh i think we need to follow her!!"
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Love On The Pitch
FanfictionAlex London had no idea what she was getting herself into when she decided to accept the job from her uncle Joachim Low, of Germany's National Football Team. But fresh off the World Cup win he needed her help in maintaining the health of his star pl...
