Today I decided to take the day off as me and Luca will be going to watch the match between FC Barcelona and Sevilla.
It was 10:30am and me and Luca were eating the breakfast made by him.
'How is he?' I asked quietly, glancing at Luca.
'He's okay.' he shrugged his shoulders.
'He's okay?' I said sternly. 'That's all I get?'
'For a while he didn't speak to anyone. He'll come training and then disappear.' he said looking at me. 'He wouldn't talk to me, or Kylian, or anyone else.' he shook his head. 'But I assume you do know about Bruna...' I nodded.
'Does he bring her around?'
'No.' Luca shook his head. 'She never comes. I remember once he was on the phone and they were having a heated conversation about her wanting to be there for him, to support him, to see him play... but she never comes.'
I couldn't help but smile. The thought of another girl never replacing me on that pitch... on that seat... Made me smile.
'He's not the same Neymar, Irina.'
'That doesn't change anything.' I showed a crooked smile. 'What about Kylian? How's the golden boy?' I shook my head chuckling.
'He's good.' he nodded his head, smiling. 'He always brings you up in conversations and always talks about you...' he rolled his eyes. 'He really misses you.'
'I miss him too...' I said letting out a sigh.
'And according to him, your seat is untouchable. No one is allowed to sit there.' Luca laughed.
'And do people actually listen to him?' I asked surprised.
'Yes.' he nodded his head. 'The seat is always empty. Even during matches.'
'What the hell?' I laughed. 'What about the new social media manager?'
'He's okay, I guess. Quite strict and arrogant, but does a great job.' Luca shrugged his shoulders. 'But the players don't see eye to eye with him. He doesn't ask for their opinions, help, he doesn't listen much to them...'
'How did you even manage to leave then?'
'I told Galtier I need a break.'
'And he just gave it to you?' I asked surprised.
'Yes.' he nodded his head. 'I'm his favourite, so he gave me some time off.'
***
Most of the day was spent by just catching up and being lazy. The match was starting in 4 hours so we decided to start getting ready.
My first match since PSG. I couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness overtaking me, but I quickly brushed it off.
A fresh start.
'You already switched teams?' He asked looking at my Barca shirt.
'Oh please.' I rolled my eyes. 'You know how much I love football so this...' I said pointing at my shirt. 'doesn't mean I'm cheating on PSG. Plus Messi played for this club and you know how much I love him.'
***
Camp Nou was staring back at me.
'Oh my God.' I said in awe.
I couldn't believe I finally got to see it in person. To see the grounds where the best footballers have trained on, played on and made history on.
'Looks good.' Luca nodded approvingly.
We finally took our seats. We were sat near the tunnel from where the players exit and enter. So our view was just perfect. The players started coming on the pitch, as it was time for them to have their warm up.
