You and me

Part 26

Y/N POV 

I line myself up and wait for the referee to blow her whistle. I take one last breath and then I hear the whistle. I run up to the ball and then I kick it. I see the ball flying right to the top left corner. It's like everything is happening in slow motion. The ball flies to the top and I can see it touching the goalkeeper's fingers. Fuck, it's going to miss. The keeper stretches everything she has to slightly touch the ball but in some kind of way the ball goes perfectly in the top corner. I can't believe what I see until the ball touches the net. When is see the goal I run over to the corner and slide down on my knees. The whole team joins me and cheer with me. I look up and see that Lizzie is standing up and cheering for me. Clay is by her side yelling and clapping at me, I just love this. 

I look up at the sky and just stay here for a second. This all happened because of my grandma. I am so happy that I had the privilege to learn from her. She made me the person that I am today and I will be forever grateful for that. I get back up and run back to my position. The game is in its last second and I just hope that the referee will blow her whistle after the other team kicks off. I have this huge smile on my face and I can't seem to get it off. The game resumes and after only two seconds the referee blows her whistle, letting know that the game has ended. I run up to Aubrey and  jump into her arms. "You did it little one." I let go of Aubrey and give her the biggest smile. After that I felt a hand on the back of my head. Did she really just slap me? "That's for running your mouth. You need to learn and keep your mouth shut. Do you want to get a yellow every game? If you keep up with this, you will get a red card and then you bring the team in trouble. This is not high school anymore. You can't just get as many yellows as you want." 

Aubrey is right. I always had a habit of beginning fights. I just never knew when to shut my mouth. But I don't really care, if I think that I am right then I think that I can tell the referee. If an opponent is treating me wrong, I think that I deserve to defend myself. So, Aubrey can suck it because I am not going to change myself. I will keep defending myself when I think that I am being wronged. I can Try to do it in other ways than just insulting them but be sure that I will keep defending myself. "I don't care. It was clearly a penalty, she full on tackled me on my ankle. She didn't even touch the ball." That answer gives me another smack to the head. "Stop hitting me!" It's not like she full on slaps me, it's just a small tap at the back of my head. "Then stop being such an idiot." I start backing away from Aubrey back to the pitch. 

"You love it." I call after her. I am now currently back at the pitch giving the opponents a hand. They played really well so I get that they are disappointed. I set my pride aside and give the referee a hand. She gives me this smug smile but I just give her one back. What a bitch. I really hate referees. I know that they have a hard job and that they can make mistakes but this is just a mistake that can't get made. I know that they don't have VAR but she could definitely hear in her earpiece that it was a fault. But enough about that, we still found a way to win so it doesn't matter anymore. I just have to look out for the next game because if I get another yellow I will get a red card and we can't let that happen. 

I get to the girl that tackled me and give her a hand. "I am really sorry about the tackle. I swear that it was meant on the ball. And I am sorry that the referee didn't get a penalty. I hope I didn't hurt you to much." Look, on the pitch it's all fire and stuff but I really love when players come apologize. Mistakes can be made but I won't be angry about them if you just apologize. You don't want to know how many people that I tackled by accident and hurt them. "It's alright, thank you for apologizing. My ankle will be fine, it's just going to be a little sore but nothing that I can't handle." The girl looks relieved. "Can we maybe switch shirts?" I have never experienced this. I know that they do this with players like Neymar and shit but no one has ever asked for my shirt. I shake my head yes and take off my shirt. I don't even know if Aubrey is going to like this but I don't care. This girl wants my shirt and if I have her, then I will have something as memory of this game. The other girl takes her shirt off and we switch it. Now I feel kind of exposed, I am standing here just in my sports bra and my shorts. I hope that the camera's didn't catch any of this. I quickly go to the side line were all the other players are. We give our fans an applause and then it's time to hit the showers. I can't wait to be in my joggings just chilling and watching a movie. I am exhausted by this game and I didn't even play a whole game.