ego | Javier H.

1. "Que culero"

November 30th, 2006

" Mija levántate, vamos a ver el juego de tu hermano. " Your dad said while shaking you

" Ay, ya se ya se apá, déjame alistarme. " You groaned while placing your hands on your face

" Okay pues. " Your dad walked out the room

You got up from your bed stretching, excited to go to your brothers soccer game, but yet still tired. You walked over to the shower and let the water run til it got warm. You hopped in and took a shower. Afterwords you sat at your vanity and got ready.

" Apá ya nos vamos?" You asked

" Si, are you ready to go mija? "

You nodded and followed your dad out the door. You got into the passenger seat of your dads truck, he began driving to the stadium where you would watch the America vs Chivas game.

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You had arrived to the stadium, it was huge and there was people crowded outside. You saw the busses where the teams were in and tried to spot your brother, Memo Ochoa. You stood on your toes trying to peer over the crowd but it was no use. Your dad guided you inside to your vip seats.

That is where you saw your brother.

" Oye Memo! " you yelled out to him

" Hola hermanita, you made it! " He smiled at you

" Yeah, got a day off at work today luckily. "

But before he could respond, his coach called him over and he waved at you. You could hear the cheering of the people in the crowd. Some chanting America and others Chivas. You looked around and saw the Chivas team. You looked at every member. But one of them had caught your eye. Javier Hernández, also known as Chicharito. You had heard a lot about him when it came to Liga MX news. " Chivas forward, Javier Hernandez scores amazing goal!" or " Chicharito, top goal scorer this season!".

You rolled your eyes at the thought of him, you didn't know if the fact that he was in Chivas irked you or if it was something different. Some sort of attraction. You shook it off and looked at your brother watching him practice at blocking penalty kicks. Your eyes had wondered until finally the game started. America was in the lead 2-0, you cheered every time your brother had blocked a shot. Until Chivas bounced back 2-3, you anxiously bounced your leg as you stared intensely at the field. Until Americas midfielder Luis Perez had fouled someone.

You scowled and started yelling at the ref from the stands. Obviously he couldn't hear you, the mixed reactions and yelling from the crowd muffling your complaining. You saw as Ochoa was getting ready to block the kick, he chewed his gum with his hands on his hips. You saw who was going to take the penalty kick and pursed your lips.

Javier. Javier Hernandez was going to take the shot. You groaned.

" Ese güey porque, no mamen! " you whined something about him got you fired up.

" Échale ganas memo, no tengas miedo güey! " Your dad yelled from the stands.

Chicharito had grabbed the ball and set it down taking a deep breath. You watched his movements closely. Chicharito then ran up to the ball and took a quick and powerful kick. The ball had left the ground and you kept your eyes on it. Before you knew it the ball was inside the net and Ochoa was laying on the opposite side of where the ball landed. Javier started running with a big grin on his face while kissing the Guadalajara logo on his jersey.

" PUTA MADRE " You yelled, agitated that the ball went in the net and the fact that Chicharito scored against your brother and his team.

The game was already at full time and the ref finally blew the whistle, signaling the finale of the game. The match had ended 2-4 with Chivas winning. You ran to the field after the game had ended to congratulate and comfort your brother after the loss but you had bumped into Javier. But he walked off without even saying sorry, just looking back at you with a nasty look.

" Que culero. " you muttered